It’s Friday night again. I show Denny the shoes I bought today. I returned the black ones with the button on the side that reminded me of old ladies’ shoes. Denny approves of my new, low, suede boots with rhinestones.
I start to feel nauseous and wonder if it is the stress of shoe shopping. I head for the bedroom as a heat wave hits me and I strip to the basics.
I’m in the bathroom and haven’t closed the doors. It’s just me and Denny in the house so we don’t bother. One door leads to the bedroom and the other past the entry to the kitchen. I’m sitting, looking in the direction of the kitchen.
Denny picks up his water shoes by the entrance and brings them to me. “Look,” he shows me the bottom. “They’ve worn through here. See the green.”
“And the nubs are worn off here. They used to be like this.” Yep, I see that too. There is bit of a tear on the side and a hole in the toe. I don’t mention what I am thinking, that it was caused by his long toenails.
“I don’t drag my feet when I walk.” Now he shows me his new shoes. He has brought them too. “These are track shoes. They have grip.” Nice grip.
“They’re bright. Like two sunshines walking in front of you,” I say. They are yellow on top.
“The kids will like them. They’ll say, ‘Mr. Denny, you have new shoes.’”
“Ummhuh. They’ll like them.” I’m staring at the shoes which are now on his feet. He has put them on.
“I’m going for a walk.”
“I had my walk in the mall,” I won’t be joining him.
“My watch tells me that I don’t really get much distance in a mall. It’s far more when I go for a walk. And then I get some heart activity too. Going for a walk helps to get may heart rate up. That doesn’t happen in the mall.”
“No, I guess not.”
“How are you doing?”
“Not much happening.”
“Well, I’ll see you later,” he bends over and gives me a kiss on the forehead and heads for the door. Now I am left in peace.