When Hazel Johnson and Mari McCray met at church bingo in 1963, it was love at first sight. Forced apart by their families and society, Hazel and Mari both married young men and had families. Decades later, now in their mid-’60s, Hazel and Mari reunite again…
“Oliver Peoples, really cool brand that I like. So it’s always like elevated, clean looks. Um, I love gold… [imitates Goldmember] ‘I love gold! Gold!’ But I’m also really rough… with my glasses. I sit on ‘em, I’ll fall asleep in my glasses… Maybe [I should get] plastic glasses! [chuckles]” [x]
And there goes the drabble senses again…let’s say this is our favorite CIA analyst.
It’s been two weeks since Jack left for Morocco and I have not heard from him, leaving me fearing the worst. While I was reading to take my mind off of the worst, my iPad starting ringing.
“Hey there gorgeous.” And there he was, alive and handsome as ever. I never felt so relieved.
“Jack.” I ran my hand across the screen gently. “You’re ok.”
“Of course I am”, he said chuckling slightly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
I rolled my eyes; good to know he’s still a dork. “So how are you? Is the case over? When are you coming back?”
“Soon sweetheart, I should be home soon. That’s all I can tell you, I’m sorry.”
“I know. I just wish you were here.”
“Me too. I miss you, so fucking much.” I could see how tired he looked even as he smiled; this case must be taking a toll on him. We sat silently for a bit, watching each other. I placed my hand back on the screen, wishing I could touch his face.
He started to say something but before he could, I heard someone yell out “RYAN! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!”
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I gotta go. But I swear I’ll be home soon. I love you.”
I could feel myself start to tear up. “I love you too Jack. Stay safe.”
He hit me with one more smile before we disconnected. “Always.”
And he was gone. I knew what I signed up for when he finally told me what he does but it doesn’t get any easier. But I’ll be here, keeping myself busy as I wait.
@jackburtonsays@areubeingserved imagine waking up to this on a Saturday morning though. You had a long week, so he thought he’d get up early and make you breakfast in bed, but you smell something burning so you come out to the kitchen to see this…
Burning or not, if I came into the kitchen to this I wouldn’t even care 😂
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