Part 9: The Farmers Market

At the farmers market they found everything and everything having to do with farms (I know I know thus the name) Jimmy wasn't surprised but the freshness and the variety like rose was, no, he was astonished at how fluent the Asian community was at speaking Spanish, some of them spoke it better than Jimmy himself. He bought all he needed and then some, they walked around and noticed there was a band playing something familiar to both their hearts, Garage-Punk music. The peculiar thing was that it had this feel of some bands from the late 50's, early 60's with melodic rhythms and built up angst. The band was a local one, their name "The Luxury Sweets" jamming away to their song 'The Bottle' which was a catchy tune, they enjoyed the show before heading back to their shared room. Then Jimmy remembered there were no stoves in any of the rooms, so he went with plan B something he wanted to do alone but to due to the circumstances it had to be done.

"Hey Rose we have a small problem, we have no stoves"

"Yeah? I thought you knew that's why I said to eat out"

"Yeah well I have an idea of where to go it's like a 20 minute taxi ride"

"Sure, let's let the band finish up and we'll take off yeah?"

"Sounds fantabulous"

The reason he wanted to do it on his own was because it was his mom's house, you don't think Jimmy pulled Berkley right out of his ass? Yeah he may be a magician with words but he's no David Copperfield. Jimmy's mom had moved thereafter Jimmy's younger brother went off to college on the east coast, she grew weary of Southern California so Jimmy's grand aunt opened an invitation to them both to move up north but Jimmy decided to stay on the other hand his mother moved away. Jimmy wasn't nervous about Rose meeting his mom, he was more nervous over the inquisition that awaited him due to the year or so of losing contact with his mom.

The taxi arrived just like it said in the yellow book, within ten minutes and a smile. The both sat there, Jimmy nervously biting his bottom lip and Rose staring out the window. Rose noticed the restlessness in his otherwise quiet poise and did something that made jimmy's knees weaker than what they already were, she reached across gripped his hand and said " Whatever it is you're scared shitless of, I'm here ok?". The taxi pulled up the curb, Alongside they found a Victorian styled home with a wide porch, 2 rocking chairs and an ashtray in between. Pale green wooden siding with a black trim a Corinthian styled column adorned the entrance to the covered porch. A black metal door adorned the "wall" if you want to call it that, it mostly consisted of a panoramic front window. Jimmy gripped Rose's hand, stared into her gorgeous hazel nut brown eyes and smiled. He was scared out of his wits (whatever wits he has left). He opened the little gate and made his way up the stairs dreading every breath and step, guilt was beginning to well up in his chest. Once again Rose stepped in and rescued his diving self-esteem by squeezing his hand looking back into his eyes and kissing him on the cheek. Jimmy does his special knock at the metal door. Thoughts flew through his head like a maze full of ghosts, he wanted to kiss her back but he was too scared, he wanted to run after the taxi screaming for it in the name of all that is holy to stop. He wanted to do oh so many things but he couldn't. He hung his head down staring at his chucks as he wiggled his toes. He had in fact receded back into his childhood state, he knew what he had done was wrong but he was more nervous about the tongue lashing he would get. With all these thoughts flying through like a bad hurricane he gripped Rose's hand and she did something that he would always remember and in the rare occasion of loneliness feel, it was the way she squeezed back in that moment of helplessness.