Her eyes were fixed on mine, fierce and unblinking. Her back was taut against my fingers and I splayed them wide, trying to touch as much of her as I could without moving my hand.
Her nostrils flared and her breath halted. It was there, and I knew she felt it too.
That same pull that had wreaked havoc on her life…her life even more than mine. And I felt it, the same old charge that had been there from the beginning. My left hand was wrapped in her braid and my right hand snaked around her waist and urged her up against me. It was warm and thick against my palm and my fingers wrapped around it tightly, needing to cling to something. I just studied her trembling lips and troubled eyes and reached out a hand for the heavy braid that fell over her right shoulder. “What about you, Moses? Do you want to leave?” Georgia threw my words back at me. More afraid than I’d ever been in my whole life. You just don’t like it.” I never thought I’d see Georgia Shepherd afraid of anything. “I don’t know what the truth is this time, Moses. I stood too, bracing myself against the impulse to bolt, to run and paint, like I always did. “If I’m telling the truth, then both are true,” she added softly. She stood up abruptly, threw her hands in the air and then folded them across her chest defensively. I don’t want you to go,” she amended in rush of frustrated, pent-up breath. I felt the word reverberate in my chest and was surprised at the pain that echoed behind it.
And I won’t lie to you.”ĭo you want me to go? You said you wouldn’t lie to me.
She broke eye contact, turning her head as if my seeming acceptance of her truths rattled her a bit. Georgia stopped abruptly and inhaled deeply, her breath shuddering and skipping like her throat was too tight to draw it in all at once.
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