By deevaa Date: 13 June 1999
"thank me? for what?"
"Popcorn."
"popcorn? I'd like to snack on more than just popcorn dee."
I smile and look down. The phone pressed tight to my ear. "no really Andrew. Be serious"
"I am being serious babe. If I were there, I would nibble on your neck, taste your lips and then..."
I mentally swat your verbal assault on my body aside. "Andrew! Please."
I can hear the smile in your voice, you are teasing me, and I know it. Baiting the hook, and throwing the line into the water, it bobs there on the surface right next to me.
"OK dee, explain. Popcorn?"
"Last weekend. When we were talking, and we both went to get a snack... we both came back with popcorn."
"yes?"
"mine was candy coated popcorn, and it was soft from sitting in the opened bag on my bench, a left over from the kids party. but yours.. yours was freshly popped.. (I even heard you shut the microwave door as you pulled it from the oven.) as we talked.. I could hear you crunching... munching. It sounded so good. I wanted YOUR popcorn."
Your laugh rumbled through the phone line (amazing how close you sound. Texas is along ways away.)
"So on Monday when I got the groceries, I brought fresh popcorn. Not candy coated. But the hard little kernels.. I brought it cause I was thinking about you. Thinking about how good you had made me feel. Thinking about how much I wished I was there with you... and your popcorn.
"It had sat there in the cupboard. I didn't want to eat it. Just to have it there to make you seem closer. Then on Saturday, TK pulled the popcorn out and brought it to me, presenting it like a gift. I wasn't in the mood. It had been a long day. and it was nearly bedtime for him. But I complied with his wishes. (after all ... he had never seen it pop).
"So I pulled a chair into the kitchen, and stood him on it, I don't have a microwave. So I heated the butter in the pot and he watched as it sizzled... and with wide eyes saw me put a handful of the kernels into the butter... 'hot Mumma?' I nodded and said, yes very hot TK. And I slide the lid over the popcorn and shook the pot over the heat. Then from inside... POP....pop...POP POP!"
You laugh again..
"And TK looked at me giggling... 'pop! Mumma.. POP!' and I move him closer so he can hear the corn clattering in the pot. He is dancing on the seat now... 'pop! POP!'. I am laughing to... and I open the pot lid, and a fluffily white comet sped across the kitchen. I laugh, and TK laughs... and he peered into the pot. 'Popcorn?' I smile at him and say... yes baby. popcorn.. and we laugh together, and shared our popcorn. "
You are still laughing down the line at me...
"So that is why I want to thankyou for popcorn."
I hear you lower your eyes, and whisper "Your welcome, dee... now how about that snack?"
And I roll over in the bed, and pretend I am there with you.