Simpsons Porn Story: Staggering Serendipities Chapter 3

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Waylon? she asked, the ire in her eyes being replaced with shocked sadness.

Maggie, I gasped again. We stood and stared at each other in completely frozen silence until we, in unison, reached out to one another for an embrace that seemed all too brief. Her hair still carried the scent of early summer mornings spent on the porch drinking lemonade, watching the tangerine sun rise, and talking languorously of the future. The future that I ruined for the both of us.

As we ceased our embrace, we retreated back into the staring silently stage until I could take no more and had to speak. I asked, What are you doing here? It was a foolish question, but the only thing that came to my mind.

Her eyes unmoving, Maggie replied, Imy son goes here.

As my heart pounded, I wanted to just ask her candidly: Does my son go here too? but I knew I couldnt. Dont jump to conclusions, Waylon. Maybe its all in your head. I swallowed uncomfortably and asked, Your sonso, I suppose you got remarried.

Maggies eyes turned towards the lime-colored grass we stood upon as she crossed her arms as if trying to warm herself from a nonexistent expanse of cold. Her raspberry-hued lips twitched a bit in this one manner that to which I was well-accustomed. It meant she wanted to lie, but was going to be unable to. I braced myself, trying to take deep breaths to slow the commotion inside me.

After moments of quietude, she looked up at me dejectedly. Waylon, I never remarried. She scoffed, almost to herself. In eight years, I never remarried. Some catch I am. I immediately wanted to protest and rescue her from her own self-hatred, but I couldnt find the words. Or I guesssome catch you were. I never found anyone after. Well, yet, I suppose. Theres still time for meand for Eldridge.

I gulped. Your son?

Yes she began, looking as if she wanted desperately to continue. Then she stopped herself. Waylon, I think you should probably leave now.

What?

She looked pained again. God, how I hated to see her like that. It took me back to almost every day of the last months of our marriage. Well, if you dont want to talk, then you should

I interrupted with confusion, Who ever said I didnt want to talk?

I just assumed

You shouldnt assume things, Maggie, I said. I want to talk to you, and I I looked over at the boy I now believed was named Eldridge. I think we need to talk.

She followed my glance and nodded nervously. Okay, Waylon. I think we might need to as well, she finally said in a low tone of resignation.

We stood there, both with our arms crossed, shielding our hearts, and with our eyes averted, veiling our feelings. Suddenly, we heard the light tap of running feet and a voice to accompany them: Mom! Mom!

We turned towards the voice, and expectedly, it came from the boy with the glasses that we had both been watching. Maggie feigned insouciance and smiled at her son. Good afternoon, Eldridge! she said, lifting her boy in the air. How was your day at school?

It was wonderful, Mom. We played this game where we went around the classroom and everyone was asked a question about the Declaration of Independence and whoever was left standing at the end was the winner. I won a whole box of licorice whips! he exclaimed, then suddenly, he noticed me and grinned. You again! Why, good afternoon, sir!

You know this man? asked Maggie, placing her son down anxiously.

He was my only customer yesterday when I went to sell the cookies, Eldridge explained. Well, he and his friend, Mr. Burns, who promise a large donation.

Oh, God. That name. The name of the man that Maggie blamed for the end of our love. She couldnt look at me as she said, Well, this is my old friend, Waylon. We were just catching up. She smiled pretentiously as Eldridge approached me and shook my hand.

Its a pleasure to officially meet you, sir, he said, his voice sounding more like me than ever.

The pleasures mine, I said wistfully, fairly certain now that I was meeting my son for the first time in his life.

Do you have a child that goes here? Perhaps I know him or her, Eldridge inquired elatedly.

I dont know, I said stupidly, then immediately added, I meanno, I justsaw your mom here and thought Id say hello.

Maggie watched our exchange painfully and then said, Well, Eldridge, we should really be going. Waylon, Ill…see you soon?

How does tomorrow sound? I get a 15 minute break at 10:30, but Im sure Mr. Bur I began. UhIm sure Ill be able to elongate it.

Maggie looked down and nodded. 10:30. Shall we meet at the plant?

My heart raced. I knew that this was not the best idea, but what could I say? Sure, Maggie. Tomorrow at the plant. It waswonderful to see you.

It was wonderful to see you too, she said, but I read the truth in her eyes. And it was not quite as pleasant as the words that exited her mouth. Come on, Eldridge. Well be late for your practice.