Hando Moves Her In

 

Marce took her cup of tea to the sofa and picked up the Glen Times.

“Why do you read that shit?” asked Hando drinking his tea

“Why do you buy it?” she asked looking up at him with a slight smile

“Just to see who’s moving in out here,” he answered looking out the window

“Are we going to the wedding?” she asked

“He’s a Jew,” spat Hando

“So, I’m a Methodist,” she said

“Not the same thing.”

“I don’t care who or what he is I just wish them happiness.”

“You’re like that…doesn’t matter to you does it what people are?”

“I guess you’re right Hando, I like everybody unless they do something to me personally. I believe in live and let live.  I like you.”

“What does that mean” he asked turning

“Just means what I said…I like you, you’re honest and don’t mind saying what you think.”

“You might not always like that,” he said softly

“If I don’t I’ll tell you, you’ve never said anything bad to me.”

“Guess I haven’t had any bad thoughts about you. Except you haven’t moved all your stuff in here yet.” He dumped his cup in the sink

“That’s important to you isn’t it? There’s not much left Hando, I’ll have it all out here before the end of the month.”

“You’ll have it out here by tonight, Marce.” He said starting toward her

Marce sat her cup down, “okay you come with me and help I can’t bring it all on my bike.”

He walked behind the sofa and ran his hand over her tattooed shoulders, “I’ll make one trip, one car load if it don’t fit you toss it.”

Marce caught his hand and kissed the back of it, “are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, lets get it done.”

It was an electric coming together of Marce and Hando. She matched him with an intensity of a different kind. She spoke softly and sweetly but she had an inner strength and fire that caught him, caught his imagination.

Marce made it plain to him she wasn’t interested in his bigotry, she was interested in his intelligent mind.  They shared music and books, he was self educated and she went to university and had found a common ground between them. After two weeks she was moving in with him.

Hando knew he wanted her with him. She filled an empty place left by his mates and the former life he’d led. He had no thoughts of reforming, only to live as well as he could.