Sly

Sly came sporting a Louisiana accent that made me feel sentimental. I asked about the tattoo on his wrist that said Vivian, the first time we met. He told me about his ex-wife who he caught cheating on him when he came home from work early one night. The next time he came he’d covered her name with a Black rose, traditional style, and added a matching one to the other wrist. He told me stories. He told me that I made him believe in God. We ate snap peas straight from the garden and kissed in the rain.