Emily is all in black tonight, we took a walk under the almost full harvest moon and she looked like a piece of the soft autumn night drifting to earth on a moonbeam. Long black skirt, black t shirt, black ribbon holding her pony tail, black sandals on her feet. Deep black eye shadow, even black lipstick, this a side of her I've not seen before. She's not wearing her glasses, and from the glitter in her eyes I can tell she has contacts in. She slipped her arm through mine as we walked on the Promenade, and I think I stood a little taller in spite of my aching back, that's how proud I was that someone so wonderful wants to spend her time with me.
I bought us ice cream cones on Montague Street, double chocolate fudge for her, rocky road for me. She's the only person I've ever seen who enjoys an ice cream cone as much as my friend Jane, who's my best and oldest friend on the planet. She actually rubbed her tummy and did a little dance step in the street and gave me a very chocolate kiss; people passing by smiled and one guy walking with a girl who could almost have been her sister laughed and gave us a thumbs up.
We came back home and watched a movie, "My Louisiana Sky". I'd ordered it 'cos Juliette Lewis was in it. She really only had a small part in it, but it was a totally sweet movie that left us both feeling really good. Now she's lying on the bed watching Live From The Artist's Den, featuring The Black Crowes. She's changed into one of my t shirts for a night gown. She's lying on her back and Skunk is curled up under her arm, purring so loudly I can hear him over here at my desk. He loves her a lot, and so do I.
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