Rolling My Eyes

For the rest of the week, Edward Julian Watson did not take phone calls from Amy, and Becki did not make phone calls to him. Edward Julian Watson avoided as many phone calls as he could from his mother. But he knew he could not let that go on forever. He would have to call her tomorrow. Or his mother might get back on the plane. And then get to his apartment and have the landlord let her inside. "Well, I see you're not dead!" she had accused him. And then she had stayed with him for the next three days and nights and had slept in his bed. And he knew he would have to get a new one after she left or he knew he would never be able to have sex in his room again. When his mother was back home, Edward Julian Watson decided to switch bedrooms too. Just in case. He did not want to go through that again. He did not feel like moving entirely. Yes, Edward Julian Watson would call his mother tomorrow. But today he was going to call Amy. "I was back home at my mothe...

Edward Julian Watson felt numb, his whole body tingled with it. It had been a long, rainy drive home from his mother's house, but he had to get out of there and took the first chance he could. The woman wouldn't shut-up. He knew she was right, this would be in the Monday's afternoon paper. And in Tuesday's too because the did not call his case until the last possible moment the judge was willing to work. Sunday night had been long, lying awake, in his old bedroom with its yellow walls. He had not eaten anything, since shoving his face full of Double Big Macs from McDonalds the evening before, an hour after getting out of jail. And now it was evening again. He made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tried to warm the cold numbness of his body. Becki was feeling rather numb too. It was not her mother's mention, during dinner, of, "You look pale tonight, dear. Are you coming down with something?" that made her aware of the numbness she wa...

Later on, Edward Julian Watson was sitting in a jail cell and the local police force were ignoring his pleas to use the telephone again. He had tried to use it several times, but when he had picked up the reciever, there was no way in hell he could bring himself to dial his mother's phone number. "Everybody sucks!" Edward Julian Watson screamed through the bars and the officers in the lunch room laughed. They had been laughing at him for the past three hours. Jimmy popped his head out the door and yelled, "Shut-up, tough guy, or I am going to go arrest some bikers to throw in there with you!" Edward Julian Watson sat down, cross-legged on the floor. It was almost lunchtime. Maybe he would go on a hunger strike. Maybe he was gonna sue the badge right off that stupid nigger cop too... Nobody offered Edward Julian Watson lunch. But they finally did let him the chance to make another phone call. An hour and half after he had shut his mouth. Edward Julian Watson...

Edward Julian Watson arrived to pick-up Becki at 10 p.m. He was at least seven hours late. At 8 o'clock that evening, Becki had told Ms. Johnson, "Just tell him I went out." And Ms Johnson did as requested, always willing to keep her tenants satisfied. "Sorry, sir, but Becki is out," she informed Edward Julian Watson. "If you just let me go up and knock the door to her room, I know she is home," he wanted to convince. But Ms. Johnson just shook her head at him. "I'm sorry, sir. There are no visitors in the rooms after 9 p.m. and its an hour past now. If this is important, I can leave her a note to get a hold of you when she arrives home." "But you see, she is spending the weekend with me. This is how I know she is not out." Edward Julian Watson was becoming indignant. "Oh, no, sir. Becki went out with a nice boy tonight. His Daddy is a banker and his shoes and his hair were so shiny. Oh, and so was his smile! He dr...

She could not taste the gin, but she could feel the gin and the slow burn down to her belly every time she took a swallow. She looked around the room and noticed her half-read Emily Bronte. She wanted to be like her. Just like a man. Maybe, if she were just like a man, maybe then she could forgive herself for wanting to do this. For allowing her heart to be part of this. And then she threw out the thought completely. Stupid, men are always right; therefore, never in need of forgiveness... “What is the matter with you?” Her mother asked her twice through dinner and Becki had been Emily Bronte then. Stone-faced, she had stone-walled her mother’s questions and asked others. “Mother, are those new shoes?” Edward Julian Watson had let the cold water run hard and fast earlier, so he could make juice, and now much later, he was trying to fix the kitchen faucet because it had never fully shut off after. The big drops of water hit the sink loudly,interrupting his reading now, but had n...

Edward Julian Watson loved Sunshine Travel . That was the name he had choosen for his new shop. He loved to say the name out loud. He would say it over and over again to would-be vacationers. And would he say it to himself in the mirror all the time. There was really no one else to talk to. So it is a very good thing Edward Julian Watson loved his business. It was evening on Friday and Amy was not caring for much. When she paid for her things at the pharmacy checkout, a little red sign told her the candy bars were on sale. Two for a dollar. So, she figured she could short the cable bill five dollars that month and she bought herself some right away. She sat down on the bench, just outside the store. She ate a Snickers bar first. "That's a lot of candy bars," Edward Julian Watson said out loud, as he walked out the pharmacy doors, but more to himself about his own bag of goodies. Amy thought otherwise. "Do you want one?" she offered. And later he asked...

Edward Julian Watson purchased himself a kitten. And he regretted it badly, while he was walking home from the pet shop, arms full of expensive cat food, scented litter and the orange box containing the orange cat, that Edward Julian Watson had decided to name Orange. He regretted buying the animal because the sounds coming from the box appalled him. The cat sounded like a human. A small one dying and scared. It kept scratching at the box. Edward Julian Watson could not get the sight of Jessica McClure's face out of his mind. His mother had made him watch the news while the little girl was stuck down a well. Three days went by and he still felt lonely. The kitten had not helped matters much. He seldom ever saw the dumb animal. It spent all its time under furniture. In whatever room he was not, he assumed. He never heard it make a sound. But apparently his neighbour did. She opened her door, when he was getting into his. "My god, the scratching and howling....Wha...

Besides being scared that he was losing his hair, Edward Julian Watson also feared other things. Small rodents, microwave ovens and typically, death. But most notably, Edward Julian Watson was scared of his wife. She called, one fine day, at a blissful 7:30 in the morning. Edward Julian Watson was waking up with Linda and the sex had been good the night before. But because he was waking up with Linda and it was not at his house, he did not hear his telephone ring or his answering machine come on. At 8:30 in the morning, Edward Julian Watson heard the message his wife had left him, while he was adjusting his tie, almost ready for his day. His wife was asking to meet him for lunch. When Carissa had walked away from their marriage, it had came as a terrible surprise to Edward Julian Watson. He believed his wife loved him. She said, "I never see you. You run your stupid shop and I bust my ass for school. You love TV and I love books." "Alright," he had rep...

By eight o'clock Edward Julian Watson had slept off his plane ride and he had watched The Facts of Life . When 227 started, Edward Julian Watson decided he did not want to sit at home for the night. No, not at all , he thought. He drove his blue Datsun over to Maple Street and called on Becki. The negro woman, who owned the house, opened the door and said, "No visitors allowed upstairs after nine pee emm." She went upstairs herself to inform Becki of her visitor, raising her green skirts and leaving the door closed on Edward Julian Watson. "It is going to be hot tomorrow." Edward Julian Watson made small talk with Becki. But he was thinking of other things. Like about the lunch he was having with his mother the next day. And how much he did not want to go. And Becki was sitting on the porch next to him just sighing. "Edward...I tell you all the time I avoid weather reports, so I can wake-up each day surprised. Why do you insist on telling me t...

"Are we going to be spending the night there?" she asked Edward Julian Watson. She blurted this question, as if it had come out of nowhere. Putting his chin in his hand and shrugging his shoulders; all with such seriousness, he asked, "Do you want to?" "It's up to you, but you need to let me know." She looked away from his face. "Alright." "Alright what?" she asked, looking up towards him. "Alright we'll stay," Edward Julian Watson had decided. And Becki was suddenly nervous. The next day, she found the number for the highway hotel. She dailed that number and made the reservation. And Becki was calm. When the night and the day was almost done, they went to the hotel to check in. Becki smiled and said her name to the short, dark man bulging behind the desk. He looked at her oddly. He tapped his whole hand on the top of the reservation book, before he pointed a finger at her. "I know you." Becki...

One day, Edward Julian Watson had enough. He decided he was going to quit the television business. He decided this on the first day back from a five-day vacation in Jamaica. It had been his first vacation in eight years.Work all screwed up and Bob and his mother had called five times today asking him to come over once he was done with the store. Yes. He was quitting the television business and Edward Julian Watson was going into the travel business. He told this to his mother when she called for the sixth time. "I am going into the travel business," he said. "Oh, I see," she replied. "And the television business?" "I am quitting it." "Oh, I see," she said. "You are being stupid." "So, I'm not coming over tonight. I will see you for lunch tomorrow." Edward Julian Watson ended the conversation. He told Bob three days later. I am going into the travel business," he said. "And the televisio...

Becki could not believe her eyes, to see Edward Julian Watson standing in front of her, when she looked up from keeping the books. Not ten minutes after meeting up with him. And that other woman. Julia. He rang the little silver bell, anyway. "May I help you?" she asked and the fact she did not want to was very apparent on her face. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm working." "No, what are you doing?" Her eyes went to the books, to conceal her further disbelief. "Quit asking stupid questions," she replied. "Fine," he stated, "How are you?" And she did not care about her eyes any longer. She looked at him and said, "Please, quit asking stupid questions." Edward Julian Watson told her fine again, as he turned to walk away. "You're acting stupid. Since we are still on for six tonight, I will see you later." Becki's mouth opened, but nothing came out, and Edward Julian W...

With his mouth, on her nipple, she could feel the sensations to all of her upper body. When her back arched up in reaction, this worked only to further her breast into Edward Julian Watson's mouth. And this sucked for Becki. It tickled far too much for her liking. But she would not complain. She had not told Edward Julian Watson she would prefer if he touched her pussy first. So Becki just pulled Edward Julian Watson's big head back up towards her mouth, and kissed him again. Becki turned out the lights, before Edward Julian Watson was even down the stairs. Then she went to her chest of drawers, opening the top one and slid her hand into the back and beneath her undergarments. And when she heard Edward Julian Watson's blue Datsun start up and pull away, she walked over to her window and she opened the it. And the night air was warmer than she had expected. She took a cigarette from the paper packaging and she lit it. She stared at the tops of the trees and the m...

Friday at Almost 6 p.m. Lice lady The high school has a basketball net. It was the first thought Edward Julian Watson had, when his eyes rested upon the basketballs stuck in the large cage. Edward Julian Watson was in the sports department of the K-Mart. What Edward Julian Watson really wanted to purchase was a pair of kneepads. He liked to wear them when he scrubbed his white kitchen floor. So, Edward Julian Watson bought a blue pair of kneepads, along with a basketball. He was the last person to leave the store; an employee, of some-sort, locking the door behind him. Edward Julian Watson threw the kneepads, towards the couch, when he walked into the front door of his house, and Edward Julian threw on his sneakers, immediately after. He had not played basketball in a good five years. Along with his sneakers, Edward Julian Watson also wore a what-the-fuck-does-Larry-Byrd-have-on-me-? attitude, when he ran back out his front door, towards his blue Datsun. Edward Julian Wa...

Earlier That Day It was eleven-thirty in the morning. Edward Julian Watson always woke up on Saturdays, at eleven-thirty in the morning. Edward Julian Watson was in a white bedroom. It was Edward Julian Watson's bedroom. Edward Julian Watson had a elbow-ache because he was on the bed, in his white room, and it was a white room because Edward Julian Watson had not painted it. He rubbed his elbow and that is when he noticed he was wearing the same clothes that he had on the night before. Then, he noticed his watch on the pillow beside him. Edward Julian Watson could taste the grit on his teeth, soured salsa and hamburger. "I have to go," Edward Julian Watson said, out loud. "Okay," his body answered him, weary and aching as he upped himself onto his carpeted floor. Edward Julian Watson always did his weekly groceries and then met Bob for lunch, at noon, on Saturdays. Becki was running through the downtown streets, the same streets she walked everyday...

Later That Day Edward Julian Watson took things for granted. Edward Julian Watson was on his way home from Saturday lunch, driving in his blue Datsun. The oil light was on, flashing red. Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought, as he ploughed through the streets. But the gas station close to home was closed and he did not understand why. The gas station was always open. So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his blue Datsun home. And watched the baseball game on the television. Becki was standing staring at the bank teller. In her yellow skirt. “I cannot give you advice on this,” John, the man behind the desk, said to her, as he handed her the green folder back; fast. “Thank you, anyway” Becki smiled up at John. “You deserve some help,” John replied. "I will call over to the main branch. I am sure they can help clear this up for you." And Becki smiled at him, again. But she wondered what it was she was so deserving of this h...

Earlier That Day It was ten-thirty in the morning. Edward Julian Watson always woke up on Sundays, at ten-thirty in the morning. Only Edward Julian Watson was in a blue bedroom. And Edward Julian Watson usually slept in a white bedroom. Edward Julian Watson had a headache because he was on a bed, in a blue bedroom and it was a blue bedroom he had not been in before; at that. He rubbed his temples and that is when he noticed the crumpled green dress on the floor. Then, the rumpled, red hair and white pillow beside him. Edward Julian Watson could taste the grit on his teeth; sour rum (the real reason for his headache). "I have to go," he said, out loud. "Okay," said the red hair; the red hair that did not move. Edward Julian Watson always woke-up at ten-thirty in the morning on Sundays because Edward Julian Watson always met his mother for lunch at noon. Becki walked through the automatic opening door that brought her into the mall. Dim lights and brow...

Later That Day After finding out about lice and going out of business sale Edward Julian Watson took things for granted. Edward Julian Watson was on his way home from Sunday lunch, driving in his blue Datsun. The oil light was on, flashing red. Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought, as he ploughed through the streets. But the gas station close to home was closed and he did not understand why. The gas station was always open. So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his blue Datsun home. And watched the football game on the television. Becki was standing at the meat counter. In her yellow skirt. “I gave you an extra half-pound,” John, the man behind the counter, said to her, as he handed her the package of cooked ham; wrapped. “Thank you,” Becki smiled up at John. “You deserve it,” John replied. And Becki smiled at him, again. But she wondered what it was she was so deserving of? She wondered if it was important; whatever she had d...

Edward Julian Watson was beginning to wonder why he ever bothered to look into the mirror. My cheeks are getting fat....GAWD, and he patted his hands against them. They were definately getting fatter. He then shook his cheeks with his fingertips. Oh, and definately wobblier. Edward Julian Watson was wearing a white undershirt. And blue boxer shorts. And brown socks. Edward Julian Watson was driving in his blue Datsun and it was 7:09 AM, his really cool digital watch had told him. He had glanced at it because he was sitting at a red light and really had nothing better to do. This is also why he looked in the rearview mirror. And noticed his cheeks again. Edward Julian Watson went dining on his lunch break. To K-Mart. Edward Julian Watson placed many white paper napkins on his lap, while he ordered the hot beef sandwich. The peas that came on the white plate were just too green to eat. Edward Julian Watson had drank too much coffee on this Tuesday morning. And poor Ed...

One day, Edward Julian Watson had on a yellow dress shirt only; he had not done up the buttons on the cuffs yet and this is what Edward Julian Watson noticed, while standing in his yellow bathroom, looking into the mirror, that was above his bathroom sink. Of course, what Edward Julian Watson noticed was not noticed at first. In fact, Edward Julian Watson almost looked away from the mirror; but when his eyes snapped back upon the reflection of himself; those eyes widened; so wide were the whites. And yes, Edward Julian Watson's hand did indeed grip the edge of the sink, as he leaned forward and perched his puckered pinched fingers to his hairline. Edward Julian Watson was wondering if he should be fainting. Because his heart was pounding very fast and wanted to leap from his chest. Edward Julian Watson was scared. Because Edward Julian Watson noticed he was going bald. He just knew it. So, he did not touch his hair, not even with the very tips of his fingers. Instead, Edw...