The Skin of My Teeth- waiting for Donna

Again, its the weekend and I'm hurriedly writing in a coffee shop in downtown Boston. Sometimes a paragraph of fiction comes in a flash, conceivably in either first person or third. I just brought Donna a coffee and kissed her before her class and realized I don't have time to edit or revise fiction as well as blog. She has bought me many coffees, so I told her there was no time to discuss money and that I just got her a coffee- a kiss would suffice.
Quick paragraph of fiction in first person:

I don't entirely have to accept God, what I have to accept, within the principles of love and romance, is that, if this morning I heard her on the phone while we were getting dressed and while she was sincerely trying to make up for any lack in our relationship, the fact is I can be considerate about things, and if my father in law was yelling at the woman when I was in no need of a divorce then time went by, and after we separated he apparently passed away; I avoid dwelling on anything I might be reminded of now. Now I can accept an awkward morning without the comparison, whether or not her father too could be a little more soft spoken. She wasn't feeling well yesterday.

That's the fiction that really doesn't have a steady ongoing novel to be "interjected" into at the moment. I might have enough time for a cigarette during coffee but barely enough to look through books on art, read film reviews, or look for poetry about which I would be blogging.
Allow me to see what I have left over in the computer for miscellaneous photos or posters.

Reading-Writing-Haven't had a chance to blog-

Silent Film

Date with Donna tomorrow- went to be late last night

I asked Donna if we had a date tomorrow and she said yes, actually we live together (if not on paper, it could be soon). We went to bed around midnight; I "tucked her in" in a way, and by the time I had a cigarette it was two in the morning. She exclaimed during our conversation or lack of it, "You are good in bed." in that if she were to say, "I may have orgasmed." she has the feeling that it is in resolution, whereas I signal that it is more the beginning than end, and that it is only a sign of plateau. I "countered" after softly with "You are an attractive woman." and she said "Thank You"

I did in fact say hello and "bless you" to one of "The Cambridge Poets" yesterday; she mentioned "emotional difficulties" nicely, meaning that she was glad to say hello to me but was on her way and I said, "Poetry can confront those." Donna and I passed the Longefellow House down Brattle, so after making love I mentioned that all this time we've been going the long way around and it could very well be in walking distance from Radcliffe if you go to Cambridge Common. "It isn't open is it?" We had had wanted to go all summer and kept riding past it on the bus.

Sherlock Holmes

I'll look for a present for her tommorow morning.

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