Liberty's Sparkle (15)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (15)"
   
   Faye ultimately went back to her apartment and brooded; specifically, she knew she wasn't Trump wife material; still, no guy had ever turned her down for carnal injection.  She just wanted to yell at Tom, like:  "Mr. Miyagi should tell Daniel Son to go get some trim.  To find the rich and savory fruits in life; next--wax on; wax off."  Yup, she was pissed and hurt.
   Tom remained in Liberty's modest residence, Spanky sitting cheerfully on his lap, licking him with love.  Liberty thinking the guy was cute and all but a bit of a flower, and not totally meek, yet a wild flower--very hard to nurture and make blossom.
   Nonetheless, Liberty genuinely adored his gentle bizarre, that not quite counterpoise of spirit, but a hard-working dude he seemed, and just having recently been through so much torturous trauma.
   She sat down next to him, gently squeezed his hand, smiled dumbly, saying:  "It always gets better Tom--at least ya gotta hope and pray so.  Ya know?"
   Tom calmly nodded his head, yet his intense gray eyes were totally locked on the glowing forest-green of Liberty's.