The Scryer ✔️

~Idiot Box~

A color television was one of the first things that John had purchased for our tiny apartment. Dishes, linens and other household accoutrements, we'd had started to amass prior to our having gotten married.

I fully expected him to be sitting on the floor staring at the damned thing, but to my surprise, he was putting away dishes from the the little wire drainer. He called out from the kitchen, "hey baby! How was the market?"

I entered our small kitchen holding up several full sacks of groceries and trinkets. He turned around and frowned.

"Oh god," he groaned. "What did all this cost!"

"Not one penny," I said skirting past him. "Mam and David were there."

"That's nice," he replied. "But what's that to do with you not spending one penny?" He relieved me of several sacks.

"They wouldn't let me pay for anything."

He nodded. "Hmm..."

"Mary and Micheal were there as well."

"Mikey," he said. "How is he doing?"

"Said you better straighten up and fly right or he'd get with you and give you an ass-whipping."

I watched his brow arch high as he grinned. "My brother did not say that!"

"Okay, I am paraphrasing," I told him, grinning from ear to ear.

"What did they think of your hair?"

"Well, Mary hates it. David thought it was a wig and Mam said that it was pretty and that she'd get used to it."

"You realize that means that she hates it too, right?"

"I know my own mother," I grumbled. "She said that Papa told her that I'd done something to it."

"Oh yeah," he asked as he came up behind me, lifting the skirt of my dress. "The angels told him, huh?"

I nodded. "Mmhmm." Turning to face him, I looked into his blue eyes. "If you want some kind of supper any time soon, then you'll help me put this stuff away and let me get to cooking please?"

"I've got something I'd like to put away," he whispered as he suddenly felt like he'd grown two more pair of hands, his lips pressing against mine.

"Come oh, John...don't you want to eat any time soon?"

He dropped to his knees and lifted the skirt of my sundress over his head and nodded as he pulled down my panties. "Mmhmm...."

"John..."

"I missed you," he murmured. "You've been gone for hours..."

As good as his ministrations felt, I knew that if I didn't get the food cooking, one of two things would happen: one being that we'd be eating horrifically late, or two, we wouldn't eat at all. Neither of those two options appealed to me. I lifted my leg and stepped over him, letting my underwear fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and playfully kicked them toward his face.

"Fine," he said scornfully as he scrambled to his feet. "I can take a hint." He grabbed at my underwear from the floor and tossed them onto the kitchen table as he stomped into the living room, turning on the television on the way to slamming his body into our tiny sofa with a huff and a heavy sigh. I looked over to where they landed: right on the small wicker bowl of red Delicious apples from my family's produce stand.

Oooooh....he was sooo pissed....

"They want us to come out on Saturday," I told him.