#1 Best Literary Fiction 2015 – #fridayfiction
“Where’s she from?”
“I didn’t ask that neither.”
Otis chuckled. “Love’s more ’n climbing into bed together. Love don’t come ’til folks get to liking each other. All you got now is an itch needing to be scratched.”
Benjamin knew better, but he also knew when his daddy got a thought in his mind there wasn’t any way of arguing it out. Otis hadn’t seen the warmth in Delia’s eyes; he hadn’t heard the ripple of her laugh. Benjamin had. The sweetness of that sound still echoed in his ears, and when he remembered her eyes he could see they were flecked with gold like his mama’s.
As they drove the rest of the way in silence, Benjamin thought back on Lila’s laughter and when he finally caught hold of a memory and brought it to mind, it had the same lighthearted sound as Delia’s laugh.