My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
"Perhaps! That's all you ever say. Just once, can you actually give me a yes or no answer" yelled Jen over the noise of the washing machine spinning. Pete's face fell: "but you know I have to work baby, or the bills don't get paid. I don't do it on purpose, but ... y'know how it is." Jen strode out of the kitchen, allowing the door to slam in Pete's face. Pete sighed, they'd had this argument too many times, he was going to have to man up and not run away from it this time.
"Jen honey, please, can we talk about this?" he called into the living room. But Jen was tidying up the kids mess and bashing the cushions to fluff 'em up. This was usually when Pete would give up and head to his man cave until Jen calmed down. But this time, he asked again: "Jen, sweetheart, please, we can't keep having this same argument." Jen flopped down onto the sofa with her arms crossed - she wasn't going to make this easy. "You know what the problem is. I can't get regular work after that problem last year, so I have to accept everything that's offered me." Jen greeted this with a "harumph" but Pete continued: "I know I was an idiot and I'm working hard to mend fences but, till then, this is where we are. I don't want to say yes and then have to cancel at the last minute."
Jen sighed, for though Pete was being honest, he always missed the point: "but this way we never get to do anything. Our friends make plans without us, so I never see anyone. It wouldn't be so bad if you told me to go ahead alone, but you always ask me to hold on until the last minute, so I miss out too. I just keep ending up home on my own and it's lonely. Really bloody lonely."
Pete bit his bottom lip "but I want to spend time with you baby. What else can I do?" He caught sight of a tear running down Jen's cheek and moved to wipe it away. "No" she said, "no, don't you dare do that. All I'm asking is that you be fair to me. If you can't go out, you don't want me to either. And that's not fair. I work hard. I didn't make a mess of my job. Why am I suffering because you did? You need to grow up Pete. No more perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Next time, you give me a yes, or a no ... and you stick with it. No trying to make me feel guilty with that voice and that bottom lip."
Pete knew he was licked this time ...
© 2017 Debra Carey
Yes, so I'm cheating a bit. Quizas being the spanish for perhaps, but with Q, who doesn't cheat a bit?
And how could I resist the honeyed vocals of the late Ibrahim Ferrer - who I first came across when Ry Cooder travelled to Havana to record with members of the now famous Buena Vista Social Club. Here he performs this Doris Day classic with Omara Portuondo and Roberto Fonseco on piano. Enjoy!
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