She wanted him to do a full nelson on her
There were two thighs sitting in the tiny black pan spitting grease–two little Ohios, cooking down and down. He thought he’d like to stand even closer to her, so close that their shoulders touched. He did.
They talked into each other’s necks, over the party noise and the sizzling. When the chicken was done, she shut the burner off without taking her shoulder away from his. She said she didn’t want to kiss him because she had a greasy face, and it was embarrassing.
United States by Amanda Nazario
