An Indian....

"You guys gonna get married Cathy?" he asked sitting next to her at the kitchen table. "James why'd you think that?" replied Cathy bitterly.  They both sat watching him outside. He was playing with her two children. "James! you know damn well I could never do that!" she looked up at her older brother, eyes wide. The sunshine in the dinning room was warn, the light came through in rays shaded and contrasted by the smoke of Cathy's smoldering Marlboro Menthol lights. She tapped the ashes off with rapid strokes of her middle finder. It made him laugh, she was all twitchy. "You actually love him" he said astonished. She looked down at the table.
"He's a good man, that's for sure" James said agreeing that their union would probably be a good one. "What does Jack say about all this?" he asked. "Jack!" Cathy shouted. "Fuck Jack!" she insisted, repeating the words in a frenzy. "Fuck Jack, Fuck Jack, Fuck Jack!". He just looked at her, and groaned "You're delusional!" he was right. Her marriage to Jack still existed. "Edward's only Twenty Three" she said, pulling a second king size smoke out of the package. "You got two kids Cathy" they both stopped and looked, "Nick's turning nine in two weeks" he smiled "two weeks, Cathy" he stopped, turned to look at the kids "you've been clean for almost ten years!" he looked back at her with loving open eyes "I'm so proud of you." Cathy just sat and smoked her menthol cigarette. The clouds of smoke could be seen thick curling around her. "I can't afford a divorce James" she said beginning to feel tiered. "Whatever, Cathy, do you actually love this guy?" he asked solemnly. "Yes" she answered sincerely. Her finger tapped the table nervously, "Jack's not gonna want them but he's gonna want something" her eyes darted around the room, through the smoke as she spoke. "Edie's only Twenty Three? really? Cathy!" he said smiling again. "God I'd love to find a lover almost half my age" he said. "God Cathy I'm almost forty eight years old!" the tone in his voice surrounded them both. "Dad was fifty two when he died" he stopped to chuckle "from a Fucking heart attack!" They both drew out a small laugh. "O.k so who cares that he's so much younger then you. And fuck the fact that your cheating on Jack, What's it like fucking