“Hand me the other can.” Ralph looked at Mindy and grinned. He was a little giddy from the smell. “Go on now, get me the rest of it. I know you got it hidden somewhere.”
Mindy folded her arms across her chest and struggled back to the old aluminum trailer, rust on every side. Her small size five shoe hit the first wooden step hard, the second step, well it broke. Mindy’s no name, black velcro shoe went right through it. Her ankle turned and her leg was stuck there being tormented by the fragments of worn down plank. “Ralph, won’t you come and help me?” She cried out and then rested face down on the top deck.
Ralph wobbled through the grass on a mission to help his sweetheart. After all, there was no one else around for miles. He had to do it whether he was in the right frame of mind or not.
“Mindy, why are you so clumsy?” His words were slurred and drawn out. It took him about four minutes to say them. Mindy didn’t respond.
When he finally made it to her rescue, he jerked the board up with his bare, calloused hands. “See there Mindy, you got yourself a good man.” He smiled, his two front teeth missing and the rest were coated in decay. The walk to the trailer did him some good as far as fresh air was concerned.
“Did you hear what I said?” His speech still jumbled. “Answer me woman or I’m not giving you that anniversary key I just spray painted for you.” She kept her face turned and quivered a bit in fear. Ralph reached down and pulled her head up by her scraggly, dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were big as saucers, her face showing traces of gold. She tried to give him a loving smile.
“Dang it Mindy, that was our last two dollars we spent on that spray paint.”
“I told you we didn’t need two cans, Ralphie.” She limped into their home bending down to grab her paint covered rag on the way.
“We’re going to do better.” They said in sync as they fell over on the couch.
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