More of a Novel in a Paragraph

I am writing. Regularly. Passionately. What great news for me.

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Please remember that what I am writing is not strictly or always about me. (For example,Casey is a narrator, not necessarily kj.) Otherwise I am going to feel vulnerable and awkward every time I share. I am going to try to post two or three snippets each week. So far your comments have been wild winds for my sails, and I thank you each so so much. You have no idea how much your support helps. I only hope I give it back as richly as I receive it. ♥

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Every Day
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The first time the topic of sex came up Casey and Maggie were sitting under a wide blue sky at a small outdoor table, sipping wine and Sambuca in Newport, Rhode Island, not yet aware that in three months they would fall in love with one another after spending a wild wonderful night together, surprisingly. On that day in Newport Casey asked Maggie how often she made love.“Everyday,” Maggie replied, “When there is someone to make love with.”
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At the time Casey had successfully, finally, bounced away from the sting of a two year impossible relationship, her first ever with a woman and characterized by heated sex everyday and sometimes several times a day, the first time, despite a marriage of twelve years, that Casey understood the physics that allowed two people to merge into one, orgasmically speaking. Casey loved sex after that, sought it out, not recklessly, screening for at least some emotional justification.
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So when Maggie said, “Everyday,” Casey understood. And how they began everyday and in time that became every month and then seldom in the years and decades that passed between them was anybody’s guess. But on that day in Newport, Casey just smiled at Maggie and said, “Me too. Everyday for me too.”
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Lina & the Green Shaggy Coat
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The therapist has not planned well so by the time she gets to the house, now two days before Christmas, she has only one plastic purple hair band and one bag of gold coins left and she holds them out, asking the two girls who wants what. Lina stares at her, stares down at the hair band. “You did this for us?” she asks, looking to her mother and sister, wanting them to agree.

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When the therapy work is done and the therapist is ready to leave, Lina approaches her, reaches for her shaggy winter coat, places both hands on the bottom button, then moves up to the next, one by one, until the coat is tight and snug around the therapist's neck. . Lina takes a small step back, pats the top button, smiles. “There,” Lina tells her. “Now when you go outside you won’t be cold.”

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Later when the therapist thinks about it, she is glad that she let Lina her touch her, glad that she did not tell her to keep her hands to herself. And from nowhere she understands that in return for the plastic purple hair band, Lina has given her a Christmas gift.

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In that moment six year old Lina becomes a loving Mother, making sure the therapist is ready for the cold.