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"What if I looked you square-dead in the eye and told you I was gonna hurt you in ways that would make your deceased mother sick? Made her vomit a pool of sorrow and pain? I can do that. Make you and her slip and slide in that puddle of mess and lose you footing on life?"
What do you say to that? I was left staggering and motionless while my brain rocked and reeled it's way back to consciousness. I have never been hit that hard in the gut and soul. Words like that don't come along very often especially from a woman like this one here. I swore I would get back at her for saying that to me or anyone else. There are times you can get away with that, but this wasn't one of them there was no time for conflict and people around was were getting a little concerned with us. I needed to get on a plane and make my flight to San Fran...quick. I had no time to deal with this right now. The hour was getting late, the fog was settling in and my gun was getting cold. What was I to do?
I flashed-back to the night we first met at the airport and she smiled at me knowing what I knew what I had to do. I couldn't back out then and I certainly can't now. That night was cold as well and this one isn't any warmer. This fog outside and in my head are definitely making things difficult to discern between right and wrong. As I snap back to the present situation I remember I have the upper hand here...she's the one up against the wall. I have to cut my losses and catch-up with her later. So, in an attempt to get out quick I shove my gun in her face and make her smell the old exploded/spent powder as a reminder that I have the loaded gun that is quite capable of firing. Like a military veteran with my right foot I plant my toes on the floor and spin on my left heel to turn a quick 90 degrees away from her and this sick situation. As I walk out of the ladies restroom and into the airport terminal lobby I speed up to catch my group boarding on-time. For now it's over, I'm out of inspiration and guts.