by: i1976

Daisy got out like a storm, slamming the door.

She rushed to the stairs, fortunately lighted with some candles by one of the boarding house’s lodger in order to avoid disastrous consequences of dashes like Daisy’s one.

In the glimmer of those candles Daisy reached the boarding house’s exit, but she had to stop.

The pouring rain was like a wall of water; she could reach her jeep in Hazzard’s square only swimming, and, moreover, her jeep was soak, and even the roads to the farm weren’t better.

She couldn’t go away, as on a ship during a storm.

She sat down on the last step and she sighed.

What to do? Wait until it stopped to rain? But it didn’t seem it was going to stop to rain and anyway her jeep’s condition and roads condition didn’t let her go. Moreover it was dark and it wasn’t wise to go out in that darkness, without any light around her.

She had no choice.

She sighed again, than she stood up and she slowly headed to Enos’s room.

Before to go in his room she stopped, trying to calm; she knew how much her behaviour was weird, but usually she realized she was overdoing only after she did great harm. It was something she had to correct.

After few minutes she opened the door, “Enos… I’m sorry”.

Enos, burning with fever, was crawling to reach his bed.

Daisy forgot her anger and she rushed to his side, helping him to go to bed; “Sorry, I didn’t want to slap you, Enos. I’m so sorry”, she repeated again and again.

Finally in his bed Enos fell asleep.

Daisy started to roam in the small apartment, lighting candles, clearing away and washing up; so she thought she could avoid to answer to questions filling her minds.

Finally she had to surrender, facing her doubts: “Why did I get so angry? Why do I hate to hear him talking ‘bout another woman? Why do I go mad when I think of him in danger and with another woman by his side?”.

There was only one answer to these questions.

Meanwhile Enos was tossing and turning in his bed.

A lot of questions were filling his feverish mind, between sleep and wake: “Why did Daisy get so angry? I didn’t say anything wrong. Why did she tell me to call Mindy?”

His mind, previously confused by fever, was now suddenly lucid.

There was only one answer to his questions.

Surprised by that revelation, Enos opened his eyes.

The room was filled by a soft and trembling light.

Daisy was sitting on a chair near his bed, and she was sleeping.

He sat up, calling her in a whisper, “Daisy…….”

She started, “Enos…. What time is it? I fell asleep. It’s better to lie down on the couch”

When she stood up, he grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Why did you get so angry? Are you … jealous?”, his words were so strange, even to himself, “You know there’s no need to be jealous, ‘cause you’re the only one for me”.

Daisy gasped.

His hand was so hot that Daisy thought he was delirious because of fever; it was the first time he told her something like that.

She sat down, “Enos, please, sleep a bit. You need to rest. We’re going to talk ‘bout it tomorrow”

Suddenly Enos kissed her.

Daisy was surprised by his new initiative, but she didn’t move away and she kissed him back, hugging him.

Then their desires (their more or less conscious desires) became true.