Tut sweet Tut, I love you. Can I have my hello kiss?”
I asked him hoping he would come to me and we could make up or get to the reason that he was upset.
Tut jumped up on to the dining room table at the other end. He spread his wings and walked to me while singing in Michael’s voice, “Baby that’s back atcha. That’s the same thing you do to me, givin’ me this for that, tit for tat, baby that’s back atcha.”
When he got to me he put his wings around me as best he could and then made his very loud kissing sound. Charlie laughed and made the same sound. Tut wouldn’t be out done and made the sound again even louder; again Charlie laughed and bested the volume of that freaked out parrot. Tut just aimed his head toward me and I rained kisses down on him until he’d had enough.
Tut asked, “You love Tut, King Tut, Tut for short?”
“Damn straight I love my Tut, King Tut, Tut for short?”
“Tut, I’m sorry you couldn’t wake me up today but I don’t want you to worry; sometimes that will happen. Sometimes I sleep very deeply but I will wake up. So, don’t worry, ok?”
“Okay,” Tut said emphatically.
“While I was away I visited Miles. He was still at the house but said that he was moving on. Since we had each other, he felt he could go. I gave him our love and sent him on his way – whatever that means for him. We’ll miss him and always love him and from time to time remember him to each other.”
“Squawk Miles, I love Miles,” Tut replied,
“Yeah, me, too, we’re gonna miss him.” I agreed with Tut.
After the kitchen was cleaned up we had a small group catch, Charlie, Tut and me. Tut made us laugh with his crazy antics of head bobs and pretty boy whistles. Eventually Tut was worn out and came to me for his good night kisses and a good night pet from Charlie. We gave him what he needed and wanted from us. It felt good to see him happy again.
The next day was Saturday and Charlie didn’t have to go to work so we could sleep in but we didn’t. I was up at sunrise and in the garden with my coffee. There only a few minutes, Charlie joined me because he liked to give the morning toast.
“To a new day of riches for all, cheers, thanks a lot, eh?”
Charlie brought my guitar with him to the garden. He didn’t say anything; he just handed me the guitar.
I sang.
“Who’d ever dream, a love so supreme could go and leave me lonely?
Who’d ever dream, our love supreme could fade and leave me lonely?
No one should ever know that kind of pain, the pain of loosing you, my love
No one should ever know that pain, that tormenting pain of loosing you
Who’d ever dream, a love so supreme could go and leave me lonely
Who’d ever dream, our love supreme could fade and leave me lonely
I ache for what I can’t have any more, I cry for what isn’t mine anymore
I lost it why I couldn’t hold your love I don’t know, I’m inadequate and slow.
I can’t believe you really love me now-how could you leave me
Yes, please hold me now, I still need you.
I can’t believe you really love me now. But hold me please, I love you still
Yes, please hold me now, I love you still and I always will.
Thank you for showin’ me that you love me now
Oh thank you, thank you for lovin’ me now
Can I have you now? You can have me now. Yes, you can have me now.
Oh thank you, thank you for lovin’ me now.
Oh yes, you can have me now.”
Charlie’s new favorite song, my song for him; I sang it to the garden. They approved and I felt happy.
Charlie looked at me and then raised his mug to me in a quiet little salute.
After the produce was collected from the garden, Charlie and I headed into the kitchen to get breakfast going. He’d voiced his desire for potato latkes which was a great use for the new potatoes that the garden released to us.
Charlie pushed the play button on the answer machine in response to the flashing light.
“Hello Helen; its Michael. Sorry I missed you; you’re probably in the garden. Please call me back I need to have a discussion with you about Ricky’s red sparks. Oh and that last song, the one you wrote. Call me, baby; I love you. B-bye.”
Charlie finished peeling the potatoes and as he passed to get to the sink for rinsing them he bent down and kissed me on the neck. He was passing the torch in our kitchen relay making it my turn for a little foreplay and I gently cupped his fanny in my hand as I slipped by him to get to the dish towels. So it went while we prepared the meal.
Our silent loving continued through breakfast but I did notice that Charlie was avoiding watching me eat. Breakfast was delicious and healthy and satisfying. Our clean up was quick and perfunctory.
Before I called Michael back, I spent about an hour and a half playing with Charlie in bed. Eventually we took a shower together and had a little more fun. I loved that Charlie wanted me all the time and anytime I wanted him he was there for me making me feel good.
“Hello Helen, glad you called me back. How are you?”
“I’m good Michael, are things ok there?”
“Yeah, it’s all good; how about Charlie and Tut?” Michael continued.
“They’re good, too.”
“I want to talk about Ricky and her red sparks; are you ok with that?” Michael forged ahead.
“Yeah, sure; I’ll talk about anything you want.”
“Remember when I mentioned that I’d like to jump the sparks with you the next time you travel on Ricky’s invitation? Well, can you tell me how often Ricky shows the red sparks?”
“It’s sporadic and I’ve never really noticed how often she sends those particles. If you’d like me to track them, I will. It’s probably a good idea to keep track anyway to add to what we already know about the connect.”
“Another question, do you think I’d be able to take the same trip as you?”
“I don’t see why not. Yesterday I took a trip and went back to the day on board ship when I introduced you to the ‘kiss back’. It would have been nice to have you there with me while listening to your thoughts and worries that I was trying to kill you. You called for help during the kiss back. There was fear in your thoughts.”
“Baby, it’s kind of freaking
