Sunshine Valley

Adam’s Apple

     Dillon was stretched out on the bed, resting lazily on a pillow. Evie was leaning on her elbow, on the bed. Her body angled midway across his stomach. “Do men have an ‘Adam’s apple’ to remind them of their sin in the Garden of Eden?” 

     He was shocked by her question. Finally stumbling out, “I don’t know.”

     She traced his Adam’s apple with her finger. “I know a little behind the science of why you have one.”

     “I’ve met women before with bigger ones than mine.”

     “I read that airbody has this cartilage, but it’s not always visible.” She continued tracing it with her finger. 

     “God puttin’ it there is an interesting notion.”

     “I know sometimes I may throw some off the wall things at you.”

     “Throw.” He encouraged. 

     “Do you want to get lost?”

     “I get lost airday.” He draped his arm over her side. 

     “How?”

     “I know how to be a good sheriff. I’m completely lost when it comes to being a good husband. I just know that I never want to be the same as my dad.”

     She smiled, “so you’re not completely lost. You know how you don’t want to act.” She paused for a moment, “I’ve been reading a book about how getting lost is the truest form of education. That we are more open to knowledge when we are,” she shrugged, “well lost.”

     “I am absolutely enjoying my education with you.”

     “What about being lost in the world? Takin’ a trip without a map or gps?”

     “My first trip to Lexington, all I had was an address.” He laughed, “yeah, I got lost. Thank God I wasn’t transporting a prisoner. But you know, I was able to find my way back there every year with little to no effort.”

     “Maybe there is truth in that idea.”

     He smiled, “if you don’t stop playing with my  Adam’s apple we are gonna engage in a different kind of exploration.”

     She gave him a sly grin, “really?”

     He moaned slightly, “a new direction for gettin’ lost.”