Entry 6, Kit & Kitty’s Intimate Story (R): We’ll Meet Again

Accompanies the original book “Kit & Kitty in Love” – contains some mature sexual content. Content may not be suitable for children.

Entry 6: We’ll Meet Again  (R)
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Parting is such sweet sorrow. Memories and fantasies, past and future come together on a starry city lit night.

Porch Scene Full

After the dinner, we dropped back by the Karaoke Bar to pick up her iPod. The old songs were still churning and we took the time to dance another few sets, before finding a convenient pause in which to disconnect the device and take it with us. Another group of kids wanted to sing to their own newer tunes, so the break in the show was convenient.

It was late already but, for the first time, Kitty’s Dad had not imposed a curfew I needed to rush back in time to meet. I was due to fly back to New York early in the morning. I had not rearranged my promises in preparation for events to turn out so favorably. Kitty was planning to ride her motorcycle back to L.A. That thought still scared me, but I knew I was ready to swallow my apprehension and actually ride with her.

We pulled up to her parents house and got out of the car. I walked her to the door, like when we were kids.  All but the porch light was out, but this time, it didn’t seem important if we were too loud. When we reached the door, she forcefully hugged and kissed me without reservation, not worried if her Dad was listening in.

“You know, if I could have dreamt up the perfect night to relight an old flame, this would have been it,” she effused contentedly.

It was indeed, a whole new world. We kissed once more and she said, “I’m going to miss you all over again you know,” her voice slipping to a note of sadness.

“Me too, I mean you, I mean I’m going to miss you.” as I stumbled over my words.

“I know, it’s still you, and that’s all I want.”

“Remember our promise, it’s not the end, next month,” I tried to chirp things up.

“Next month, Oregon all over again, just like when we were kids.”

“Yeah,” I replied dreamily, “sure you can make it?”

“Even if I have to call in sick every day to do it.” She tilted her chin down and looked up at me with wide coaxing eyes and interjected, “We can still do the hotel room tonight!”


“O.K., O.K. strictly boyfriend-girlfriend only….for now, you’re so damned determined on this old fashioned romance thing.”

“Well, it got us the dance, and Mangi,” I offered up in defense.

“And his daughter and Mr. Claywood, and the dressing room! You’re right, it was fun, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” She paused and tauntingly added, “then again, there is the swing in the back yard.”

I only rolled my eyes and grimaced, it was apparent my wish was turning into a running gag, and I was starting to feel like Major Anthony Nelson.

“You sweet dear,” she said with yet another kiss to my nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

“And I know you always have,” she repeated. “How are we ever going to get our lives together?”

“I don’t know, but I promise, we’ll figure that out.”

“Please stay,” she begged.

“I want to, awful bad, but I’ve got to get three little sculptures done in less than two weeks for Mr. Ainsworth if I’m going to have enough money and clear my calendar for this trip next month.”

“What if we ride back to LA together and you rebook for flying out of LAX?”

“That’ll cost at least two days and a bundle of money I don’t have, when starting as an artist, the last thing we can afford is me failing to deliver on a commission. I know that all I will be able to do is think about you anyway, and that’s going to make working hard enough.”

“It’s my motorcycle again isn’t it?” she teased.

“No it’s not, listen, I promise, if you want, we can ride up to Oregon together, on your bike.”

“What about our stuff?”

“What about our stuff right now! I can’t even fit myself on the back of your little bike with that big back pack you take across country!”

“OK it’s impractical…I just wish,” she paused and sighed, “ I just want you with me now.”

“Yeah, me too. You will be careful, please, extra careful, I want you to always stay in one gorgeous piece.”

She saw the worry in my face and, putting her hand on my cheek, said, “OK, I will, extra careful. I promise, I’ll look for a bigger bike.”

“OK, maybe, but maybe we’re going to need a car someday soon if, ah, I mean, when, we get together.”

“Something small red and sporty?” she smiled excitedly, like a little girl.

“Something small red and sporty, anything you want with four wheels and at least a trunk.”

“Someday when?”

“Soon, I promise! I don’t know how yet, but I promise. Don’t do anything rash – like you’re prone to. Keep your job! I’ll be way over my head in work, at least until I finish my MFA next year.”

“Kit, don’t leave, sit with me, please.”

We turned and sat on the stair, looking up at the dim stars through the city lights.

“You still like stars don’t you?” I asked.

“You remember the ones you painted for me.”

“HaHmmm, how could I forget that,” I chuckled with a favorite old memory of us. “I was trying so hard to get you to notice me, but in the end, I really just wanted to do it for you. I wanted to make you stop and see everything there was, with me, before the chance was all gone.”

You painted everything on that big hanging sheet you strung up.  Every city we ever read about, every place I ever said I wanted to visit on the horizon, plants, animals, boats on the sea, the moon the planets, and every star in the sky.
“I tried to fit it all in, the corners got really tight.”

“Those street lights are like the flashlight you gave me, and that sky like the roof of the old hangar. Way back then, you gave me something just like tonight, something that came back. You promise you’ll come back?”

“Kitty, I never wanted to go away.”

“Yeah, you’re right, and you never did, I could never forget. I’m sorry I tried so hard to forget you, you will forgive me…”
I cut her off, “Kitty, I don’t care about anything between now and then, I just want the now…with you.”
“You’ll come back and you’ll always be with me,” she pleaded.

“I promise, motorcycle and all.”

“My motorcycle and all, I’ll come to get you if you don’t.”

“I know.” I replied.

We snuggled and looked up, enjoying the comfort of just being with each other again. We didn’t need to say anything. I could feel her heart beating as I held her close. Her breath, the feel of her hair, the touch of her hands, her warmth, her smell, everything that was her was back and wrapped around me – sitting on her parent’s old porch sleepily looking up at the twinkling stars.

They say it takes many years for light to travel across space between the stars. I guess some of the star light that we saw in the sky that night began its journey about when we last said goodbye. Some of the light may have begun its journey when we first met as little kids. Some little bit was probably first cast off way back when everything began, dodging about the universe until arriving here, for us only, at that moment, on the porch. We saw it all come together, a perfect juncture, meeting across space and time. Something that was supposed to be at last was. I hugged her and she sighed.

We sat the longest time, our buns and tails growing sore on the old wood steps. The crickets chirped and the desert wind rustled past our ears; as crickets and breezes probably did for every young, hope filled, kit fox couple that ever was. I held her as long as she wanted me to, as the heat of the desert day turned to the chill of night.

I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking, but I sure felt it was something about us.

After the longest time, she finally rose, shivering a little, hugging and kissing me once again. “Come back soon, please, I don’t want to be without you anymore.” Then she flipped her new gown around her and disappointedly picked up her bundle of clothing, wrapped in a ball from earlier in the evening, at the dress store.

Our hands parted and she opened the door. She held it open a long while, looking back at me. I saw a tear in her eye,“Good bye.”

“Good bye, till next month,” I returned. The door closed, and I sadly turned back to the car. As I walked away, from behind the muffling effect of the door, I heard “Daddy! Mommy! Wwwwwhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

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