Jack sat down on Marion’s couch while Marion sat on a chair in hiskitchen plucking on the strings of his vintage maple guitar. Jackclosed his eyes and let the music slowly wash over him. His musclesbegan to relax and he sighed heavily. In a few moments, all of theevents of the day were forgotten and Jack felt at completely at peaceonce again.

 

The music stopped and Marion walked into the room.

 

“What’s on T.V. brotha man?”
Jack looked up at Marion and smiled, “I wasn’t watching anything, I was listening to you play guitar.”
“Haha,I haven’t had an audience since I was twenty. Whatchoo want fo dinner?I can cook up some jerk chicken. Jerk chicken fo my favorite jerk whoset his house on fire! Hahaha. You want some wine? I just got dis redfrom Napa Valley."

 

Marion turned around and began to walk to the kitchen.

 

“it’s expensive, but mon, it’s wort’ it, truss me.”

A bemused smile came across Jack’s face.
“Napa Valley? Classy, I’m used to Thunderbird.”
 “You got to appreciate da fine tings in life mon, God give us dem fo’ a reason” Marion responded from the kitchen.
Jack thought about this for a second. “True. Very true.”
Marion came back from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine.
“Lessee, is da poisoned one the left or right hand. I fo’get, you pick, haha.”
Jack chuckled and took the glass on his right. “Right hand, must be the right choice.”
“Ahh, you may tink so” Marion responded, “But it’s my leff hand, it’s just look like it’s on the right.”
“Well, which person’s right is actually right?”
Marion thought about this for a few seconds and responded, “Everyt'ing is relative mon.”

 

Jack peered into his glass and spun it around a few times.
“My uncle told me that people do this because wine taste better while revolving.”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”

 

Jack took a sip of the wine and an explosion of strawberries,grapes, and a few other flavors he could not put his finger on coveredhis palate. He breathed out and an entirely different flavor came outof his mouth. This time it reminded him of pine trees after a longrain. His eyes went wide with astonishment.

 

“How you like it?”
“It’s, it’s really good” Jack managed to sputter.
“Stick with me mon, I know what’s good and what’s bad, and dis, dis is good” he declared while pointing to the wine.
Jack and Marion both took a few more sips from their glasses and Jackmoved to the side of the couch, Marion sat down at the other side. Theyfinished their wine and Marion walked back into the kitchen.
“So you want some jerk chicken or what?” Marion repeated.
“Sure” Jack responded.
Jack looked into his empty wine glass and turned it upside down in hismouth to get the last drop of wine from the bottom of his glass. Herecalled the events of the day, but he no longer cared. For somereason, he felt happy, although he felt had no logical reason to be.

“Dis is good” Jack mumbled to himself.