Fall 2011 - The University of Scranton
Fall 2011 - The University of Scranton
Fall 2011 - The University of Scranton
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which is a mutual confession in both sets <strong>of</strong> eyes, which connect at that<br />
repeated word. Occasionally Elena glances at her friend, who looks back<br />
and smiles, always with a slight mischief in her eye. Elena speaks to George<br />
again, lowering her voice. <strong>The</strong>n he asks her a question that makes her<br />
sit still within a momentary silence. When she answers, it is with a hard<br />
and saddened stare at his face, a stare <strong>of</strong> frightened honesty, and he nods<br />
without surprise.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y shake <strong>of</strong>f the heaviness slightly and discuss life situations,<br />
but in a haze, maintaining a nervous connection even as they speak <strong>of</strong> the<br />
mundane. She says she is a student at the nearby university, and he says he<br />
went there seven years ago. He never finished. He did a lot <strong>of</strong> drugs and<br />
alcohol back then. He laughs when he tells her this, and again, his body<br />
folds into itself, slightly. For a quarter <strong>of</strong> a second, horror flashes in his<br />
eye, and her face opens in kindness once more, but without the patronizing<br />
smile <strong>of</strong> before. <strong>The</strong> look that she gives to him, it is like the quiet touch<br />
<strong>of</strong> a hand upon a tabletop’s clenched fist. He says that it is difficult to be<br />
around here again and her look remains, but diminishes as she picks up<br />
her book again, opens a page and points out a line, which they laugh at,<br />
but s<strong>of</strong>tly. Night is so black now that the clouds are invisible, and the dark<br />
seems to immediately fill in the modest skyline’s negative spaces.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y speak on, and smile more, and occasionally Elena looks too<br />
kind still, when George laughs loudly and haltingly, or when her friend<br />
glances over wickedly. <strong>The</strong>ir words enter others’ ears with starts and stops.<br />
Those in the shop, mostly alone and working, hear and barely process a<br />
probing question that Elena answers slowly. <strong>The</strong> book again, a play she<br />
saw last year, one <strong>of</strong> his tattoos—she sees a cross hidden under a cuff and<br />
perhaps the word fanaticism passes through her mind—each topic leaves<br />
their table inconsequentially. Her friend looks up regularly, sees and<br />
calculates the flashes across Elena’s face, which a constant study would<br />
learn mean ‘honesty’ and perhaps also, ‘terror.’ <strong>The</strong> two continue to speak<br />
and continue to shift positions, trying new, slight contortions in their seats.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is a slight tension for this frightening level <strong>of</strong> eye contact.<br />
Elena’s friend has packed up her belongings and throws her<br />
hulking bag over a shoulder, stands by Elena’s table, smiles and says she<br />
is leaving. <strong>The</strong>y exchange “see you later.” One <strong>of</strong> them returns to George<br />
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