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I held her softly leaking skull, patting<br />
her spinal column busy not sending<br />
messages to her brain, until the ambulance<br />
arrived.<br />
Later, she came to my house (how did she<br />
know where I lived?) with a raspberry<br />
cream biscuit laced in bitter chocolate.<br />
I didn’t recognize her — I wish<br />
I had, her face was a mess.<br />
PARTY OF TWO<br />
by Rob Parrish<br />
She said we should have a party. He didn’t bother to speak up as to why she<br />
really wanted to have the party at his apartment. He didn’t need to remind her that<br />
she still lived with her parents.<br />
I don’t have much for seating, he said.<br />
We have a couch. A couple chairs, too, she said.<br />
It was the repeated use of we that made him retreat to the kitchen, a place<br />
where voices lost their sound, a place where he could find dishes to clean.<br />
Over running water, her voice slithered in behind him.<br />
We could always go out and find another chair at a thrift store. Doll it up a bit.<br />
Then everyone would have a seat. It would be fun to do a project together.<br />
He didn’t bother to ask how many people. Instead he grabbed a clean cup from<br />
the cupboard and rinsed it in the sink. Her arms were now around him. He filled<br />
the glass with water and took a big gulp.<br />
The running water reminded her that they should mop the floor.<br />
It might rain, he said, and looked out the kitchen window and stared at the<br />
blue dumpster sitting in the alley.<br />
They purchased a chair three days before the party. It had seen better days.<br />
The original fabric had water damage, and horsehair protruded from the large rip<br />
down the middle of the cushion.<br />
It’s old like you, she joked.<br />
It’s damaged like you, he replied.<br />
They made other trips, too, where she decided on fabric and he picked the<br />
stain.<br />
You’ve done this before, she said.<br />
I’m not sure which this you’re referring to, he retorted, as he unloaded the chair<br />
from the car’s hatch. He left the fabric and stain in the trunk of the car.<br />
Remember, you have three days, she hinted.<br />
That’s a lifetime with you.<br />
The chair was put in the closet next to the mop an hour after she left. They were<br />
a party of two.<br />
Most people at the party stood. They were immersed in conversations he didn’t<br />
care about. He retreated to the kitchen to slug back whiskey and wash the appetizer<br />
platters. He tried washing his hands, too, of when he first met her.<br />
Just like the idea of them, the intentions for the chair were good, but they had<br />
not thought things through. Much like them, the idea of fun was hurried, forced<br />
even. It didn’t matter if the chair was finished. People would still be standing out<br />
there. There would still be shuffling of feet and other useless noise.<br />
The hot water was turned all the way up and he was intentionally clumsy with<br />
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