the girl who comes between them is a girl no shit that Tent Trailer meets one long Saturday afternoon at the Public Library or more specifically outside this library which is pretty big and good for NH. when he takes a break from the books and heads outside for a cigarette because she has headed out and he has been watching her use the computer and scoping the loose falling brown hair and her shoulder blades and her long legs in loose fitting carpenter jeans and let's face it, Tent Trailer may live in the woods but he has had more than the benefit of a college education, he's been around, he's been there, and he can recognize an interesting piece of ass and also a scant opportunity. who knows where she is from or what her story is but headlining is a pale oval face, starkly lipsticked, lips a color like plum or perhaps a shade darker, and when she gets up to head out side he is struck by how dark her large brown eyes are. why must it always come down to some woman but yet it most certainly does? and so that radar tells him she is of his ilk and when he finds her sitting upon the cold bench by the dormant fountain smoking and staring at something she has written in a small leather bound notebook he because he is essentially lonely but also, curious to recognize, essentially happy with his life he sits down next to her and lights up and says hello, says the first thing that comes to mind which is just a shade from awkward but he smiles a little easily not especially giving a fuck and he has a snaggle tooth which she seems to notice and he knows about his blue eyes and she seems not unpleased as they speak and when he suggests a coffee down at the shop which is down on the main street (though not Main St.) she agrees and they walk off still talking, walking next to each other, the new October briskness a fine thing



she is a student transferred to one of the better state schools due to the proximity of a parent and a vaguely alluded to wanting to get away but she is not starting until the next semester she is just here and working and where does she work and she says a restaurant and he is letting it lie keeping the conversation moving and move it does. he asks for her phone number and she gives it to him. it's her cell number. that's what he has too.



we're going to get next into the story of his fucking brother who works on 11th floor and it is only 3:33 on a day with mental real estate so maybe I will get to that.