More from Michael - Chapter Eleven beginnings

So today I couldn't stand to write Leesie going to another doctors appointment. Boring. I usually listen to my boring-o-meter. If I don't want write something because I'm bored with the scene, then it usually means readers will be bored, too. I have to be careful, though. Sometimes I kid myself that something is boring when it's really hard, emotionally draining, or intimidating. I don't think Leesie at the rehab place again would be any of those, so I skipped ahead to Michael picking her up.

This little scene does all the work, and I don't think it's one bit boring.

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Chapter Eleven

MICHAEL’S DIVE LOG – VOLUME #10

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Date:  05/13

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Location: Grand Cayman

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Leesie waits in the garden when I pick her up at the rehab place after her appointment. She got her stitches out. I don’t know what else they did. Lots of physio? I hope she isn’t too tired. I want to take her out to dinner, but she hasn’t been able to eat much. I think its the drugs. Her old ones wearing off or the new ones making her sick.

I spy her yellow dress and hat from the distance. She’s sitting on our bench. The first thing I notice is legs. Long bare ones. “Hey, babe. How’d it go?”

She looks up. I stop and stare. Walk closer. Stare more. They took that thing off her face. She’s got make-up on and flashes me that smile I love. Hair or no, she’s beautiful.

“What do you think?” She touches her nose.

I sit down on the bench beside her, cup her face between my hands, kiss her unveiled nose, her cheeks, her eyes. I draw back so I can see her face up close and my eyes fill up.

Leesie wipes away a ear that escapes out of the corner of my left eye. “What’s the matter? Do I look that bad?”

I swallow hard. “It’s good to have you back.”

Our lips find each other. It’s a massive relief to kiss her without that metal splint on her nose, to rub my nose against hers, to explore every inch of her face with my lips. Her hat comes off while we’re making out, and my hand moves instinctively to stroke her head. I haven’t touched it since it started coming in more. It looks prickly. I’m surprised at how soft it is. Like fur. My mouth moves there, too.

I rest my cheek on the top of her head and wrap my arms around her. We embrace, zoning into each other while a gentle evening breeze wafts warm sea air perfumed by the gardenia bush a few yards away.

“Look what else!” Leesie whispers into my neck and holds her legs out straight—pointing the toes on her bare feet.

“I noticed that first, babe.”

She pivots on the bench and puts her feet in my lap. I pick up the left foot, kiss it, pick up the right, kiss that, too. I kiss her shins and her knees. Her dress is pushed up exposing her thighs.

I pull her skirt down over them and kiss her lips one last time. “We gotta go.”

“Can you carry me? I don't have shoes.”

“Nope. If I carry you, I can’t be responsible for what happens when we get back to the car.”

“Carry me.”

“Watch your step.”