Breakfast Burgers

13 Nov

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It’s 10AM and he’s making burgers.  He calls them breakfast burgers as though the title changes the reality.

A rose by any other name.

Or something.

A pan of water boils.

I read more Anne Lamott.  I’m sitting in the leather chair, curled up in his old basketball shorts, the ones I hate.

“Why do you love her so much?” he asks.

“It’s her truth.  She tells the truth.” I say.

I read him a passage where Anne vaguely threatens a 7-year-old, giggling all the while.

“Truth.”

He kisses my forehead.  ”You get more excited reading this book than I do about anything in my life.”

“Except me,” I say, going back to Anne.

He sets a plate in front of me.  A bacon cheese breakfast burger on a cheddar bun.  A heaping side of Annie’s shells–my requests at midnight when the store was closed and In-N-Out too far away.  My requests before I fell asleep in my dress.

I hate that I pass out so early these days.

“Anne is signing books in Santa Barbara in a few weeks,” I say.

“Let’s go,” he says.

“Should we have tri-tip again or try something new?” I ask.  A sliver of avocado falls from my burger, collecting the yolk on my plate.

He often tells me I’m this bright, giggling spot in his dark cynical life.

Me, the girl with the fickle heart, the teenage angst, all the emotions.

He, the boy who says, in his calm, non-excited way, that he’s so happy, so lucky all of the time.

Funny how that works.

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3 Responses to “Breakfast Burgers”

  1. Bailey November 14, 2014 at 8:42 am #

    you’re reading my favorite book. :)

    i’ve read ‘traveling mercies’ twice and seen anne in person 4 times.

    i don’t have a problem….

    she has a new book out, p.s. — released this week

    • jillianlorraine November 14, 2014 at 8:44 am #

      No problem at all. None. Only joy.

  2. Bailey November 14, 2014 at 8:43 am #

    also. i love anne’s voice. in addition to her writing voice, i love her actual speaking voice.

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