Your Name

I don't know if I could fly a plane
Well enough to tailspin out your name
Or high enough to lose control completely
Honey, I'm thinking maybe
- Liz Phair, "Shatter"

Chaos is a house party. The party lasts all night and the number of guests just keep increasing exponentially. Mama has been giving me dagger looks the whole night but all the guests keep her busy, make her hold her temper.

Finally, the crack of dawn and the guests disappear.

You, TL and I grab our things and make our way out the door.

TL asks, "Camille, are we talking the car?"

I say, "No. We're just one jeep away. We'll take the jeep."

And then Mama finally asks me, "Who is that you are with?" And I'm surprised that she doesn't sound angry.

"We're off to work!" I say, pretending not to hear her. And I think, where is it that I work again? I can't remember...

She insists, "Who is that?"

"This..." I say, "This is..." And I look at you for help and you give me a wink and I'm so inlove and I suddenly have the courage to tell Mama your name.