by: i1976
Enos came close to Daisy, but he didn’t know exactly what to do or to say.
“Daisy… why are you crying? There’s no need to cry. It’s something happened so much time ago”
Daisy shook her head, “You don’t understand, Enos. I’m crying ‘cause you didn’t tell me something so important”.
Enos was looking at her, shocked, “But… I didn’t tell you anything ‘cause I didn’t want you worried ‘bout it. If I had told it, you’d have come to L.A. Oh yeah, I’d have liked to see you, but… your work here… and the farm….. You know, Daisy, I care for you more than for anyone else here in Hazzard, and you know that I usually tell you everything ‘bout me”
After his words Enos blushed, realizing that he was somehow telling his love to her.
Daisy turned away, hiding her face, “You usually tell me only the good things, but when you have a problem you draw away from me. It’s not the first time”
“I draw away from you ‘cause I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to put you in danger”, Enos tried to explain, blushing more and more, “Please, Dais, don’t be angry”.
Meanwhile night was falling and streetlamps were spreading light all around; the clouds, the same clouds the wind swept away that day, were coming back; an unwelcome comeback.
There’s silence in the small room, Daisy with her back towards him, and Enos behind her, silent.
But few after that silence was broken by thunders coming closer and closer, and the rain started to thump the windows like a machine gun fire.
Suddenly a thunder burst like a bomb, and the darkness fell on the room previously filled by streetlamps light.
“A black-out”, they whispered.
Daisy looked outside the window: the town was totally lost in darkness.
“Maybe a lighting fell nearby, but I should have some candles somewhere”.
Daisy heard Enos’s voice behind her, then his tread, a thud and a moan.
“Enos, what are you doin’?”, she couldn’t help but smiling, guessing that Enos, clumsy as usual, knocked against furniture; it was impossible to be angry at him.
Finally, after several opened and closed drawers, a dim light filled the room.
Daisy wiped away her tears, gave a deep breath and she committed herself she wouldn’t have been angry anymore.
Then she turned to Enos, “I’m glad you have these candles, sugar. I don’t like darkness”.
Enos sighed in relief, thanking that black out even if, as Daisy, he didn’t like darkness.
They sat at the table, the candle in front of them.
“I’m sorry”, they both said, then they burst out laughing.
After that laugh Daisy calmed down, “Enos, I know that it’s something ‘bout your past, but I’d like you tell me what happened that day in L.A. At that time I wasn’t close to you, but somehow I’d like to be close to you now”.
Enos sighed (what a stubborn woman), “Oh well, you really want I tell you everything. That day I was on shift with Turk, and our chief called us and told us ‘bout a robbery. When we arrived, the robber was coming out the shop, with a gun in his hand. We’re coming out the car when we heard a shot. It was all so quick. I don’t remember much more, only a pain in my shoulder. Then I wake up in the Hospital. Nothing to say more. This scar is the only memory”.
Enos didn’t tell her everything ‘bout that period: his fear, his wish to come back to Hazzard and to see Daisy again. He remembered his awakening in the Hospital; at that time he committed himself to tell Daisy he loved her, but then that initial courage fell down, blocked by the fear she didn’t love him back. So he decided to stay in that sort of relational limbo instead of risking to lose her.
Daisy tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry, “It’s a serious thing, Enos. If you’ve been injured worse than….”, she stopped, her mouth more and more dry, her breath broken by the thougth she could have lost Enos forever.
“But it wasn’t a so dangerous injury, so don’t think ‘bout it anymore. Please, forget ‘bout it”.
Daisy shook her head, “Maybe you’re right. It’s better to forget ‘bout it. I hope you didn’t suffer too much your stay in the Hospital. I know you fear needles, syringes and so on”, she tried to smile.
Finally Enos smiled her back, “Yeah, but it wasn’t so bad to stay in Hospital. There was a very nice nurse who’s taking care of me”.
Meanwhile Enos was telling her ‘bout this beautiful nurse, Daisy was trying to be calm, but in spite of her best intentions she was getting more and more angry.
In his immense naivety, Enos didn’t realize that he was risking to die, killed by his beloved Daisy.
“ENOS STRATE” (again his whole name, and Enos was wondering why) “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN OF THIS…. CINDY… MINDY… OR….. WHAT THE HECK HER NAME IS”
Enos was confused.
He was naive and he had also a high fever, so his thought wasn’t so fluid, “But.. Daisy…. You asked me to tell you everything. You should be happy knowing that someone was taking care of me when I was in the Hospital. Mindy was very kind……. Somehow she looked like you”.
In his recklessness, Enos said what a man shouldn’t say.
Daisy had a homicidal instinct, and she rushed to the door to avoid to put into practice this instinct, “WELL, CALL CINDY AND TELL HER TO COME HERE AND BE AGAIN YOUR NURSE”.
Enos tried to stop her, “Her name his Mindy, not Cindy…. And she lives in L.A. She’s a nurse only in the Hospital. Anyway I prefer…..”.
He didn’t complete what he was saying because Daisy turned to him and gave him a slap in the face, perfectly in sync with a thunder.