Yellow, Julia Fullerton-Batten
Yesterday was our annual Easter party. We usually make some Mexican food, get some confetti eggs, margaritas, etc. I didn't want to do it, just wasn't feeling it this year. George insisted we keep up the tradition for the sake of the LeKid. Nice of George, but on the actual day, he decided he wasn't going to help out with the party and that maybe he'd show up at it later. I called our friend Lem and with my sister and I, Lem cooked, cleaned, arranged furniture and joked around in his British accent. He knows the deal with George and stepped in without making me feel too pitiful.
Today George's cousin, who was sporting a new camera at the party, sent over a bunch of photos he had taken. There's LeKid having a blast with little cousin Nick. There's me with the cake, LeKid with a hotdog on his head, there's the magician, kid's running around with eggs in a bag, then there's George. He's laughing. Lem is with him and apparently has just said something funny. George looks so happy, so alive. Coy almost with his tilted head and hunched shoulders. George is ON. It's upsetting to me in a way I can't explain to myself. I've never seen George happy like that with me. Have I?
Today George's cousin, who was sporting a new camera at the party, sent over a bunch of photos he had taken. There's LeKid having a blast with little cousin Nick. There's me with the cake, LeKid with a hotdog on his head, there's the magician, kid's running around with eggs in a bag, then there's George. He's laughing. Lem is with him and apparently has just said something funny. George looks so happy, so alive. Coy almost with his tilted head and hunched shoulders. George is ON. It's upsetting to me in a way I can't explain to myself. I've never seen George happy like that with me. Have I?
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