Yelling in Public

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“Feel better?” asked Jack.

I looked around and remembered I was in a building filled with people. I was not alone. “Not really,” I replied.

“Are you feeling alright?” Livie, my kid sister asks me, “and did you just answer me before I asked the question?”

“Huh? No, I was just thinking out loud,” I answer absently and not at all like the crazy woman who just yelled for the whole world to hear. Didn’t I just see Jack? What was that about?

“It’s okay. Let’s go. I don’t think a movie is a good idea right now. These people are all looking at us like we are freaks or something,” Livie talks with just a hint of snippiness. “Ya know, if you didn’t want to see this you could have just said so. It’s not like there weren’t other movies we could see.”

“I’m sorry.” I think. I was not sure what came over me. One minute I am waiting in line for a movie and the next I am yelling like a banshee. I was feeling better, though. There is something to be said for those primal urges. Although there has got to be a better way to express them, like in the woods alone. All of those people looking at me. I think I scared them, a little.

Livie and I walked to the Jeep. The night was cool and clear. Autumn was creeping over the land and it was a welcome change from the extreme heat of the past summer. It’s my favorite time of year. Something about the change of seasons. The year winding down. I can smell the apple cider and Thanksgiving turkey as soon as August nears its end. Soups and stews and family gatherings. Spring may bring new beginnings and pretty flowers, but Autumn brings family and pie.

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