shut up and let me go

Daylight shined down on Elliot. His body was so sore and yet still in the state of slumber, he could not move. He was in the buff to and so was Billy who was next to him in the small regular sized bed. The sheets were in a wad on the floor. He reached down in the neck of time to flop them over all of Bill and himself.

His mother was unlocking the door and coming in with her wonderful lentil mush. Not exactly what Elliot was waiting for, but he was hungry.

"You lazy son!" She was not in a good mood.

"Mom, relax." He looked at her as if he needed to be alone. "I can come and get my own lunch, you know."

"Its four in the afternoon, you wretched boy! I thought you might be death warmed over, if I couldn't find you here." She swelled up as if she was going to let him have it. And Elliot was so sure Billy might move and his mother would know something was up. But maybe she wouldn't. Maybe he'd tell her that he charged Billy for a room if he stirred.

"Please, Mom." Elliot begged. "I'm sorry, you know, its Woodstock. Things will be back to normal by tomorrow."

"Hmmph." She waddled out and he watched her go, holding his breath. Really, he didn't need this. He had to get away. He wanted to go back to New York City. But there was Billy to think about.

Naturally, Billy pulled back the covers then and smiled. He took the plate of lintels and ate it without any complaint. Elliot just watched. He felt as he had Big Foot in bed with him. He could only savor the moment wondering just how long this would last before he had to give Billy up.