Pimpinella Pimpin is a woman of Patience.
Pimpinella is not a pimp,
hope you don’t mind. (She didn’t know one Ella and her pimp either.) She
didn’t run any high class escort service, let alone the idea of having a
non-certified label, to be honest. She didn’t know how to sell, even
herself. In a moment of business she forgot to ask her purchase price.
What a pity. She was more like a nurse, not like a business woman.
That’s why she was with Patience, he was her patient. (For my nerdy
playmates/readers/playboys: Love is always patient. Kiss kiss.) They
were very much opposites to eachother to be able to be the same. Or what
can you say, Patience was a business man. He was highly certified, but
did forget to ask a price, of a woman offered to him. He was sweet. He
was with patience turning Pimpinella a diabetic.
In hospitals they never dated, they practised hospitality very
naturally. Most of the time Pimpinella was having a fever or she was just
simply homesick, but what can Nightingale do for her nature, in heroic
ways she always treated Patience right, sometimes even did sing some
cute lullabies for him when taking care of his mic. Their
love was healing and lots of miracles were seen.
Together they studied skull and bones, and can you believe, they
found out that Pimpinella was Patience’s rib. Oh what a sensation. They
were one in life and death… One DNA. Word ‘bone’ never looked as pretty.
The command ‘b one’ it was with was with too much perfection, and often
in the evenings you could see Pimpinella have her stethoscope on and
listen to the heartbeat of Patience. She heard how the acoustics under
his skin were made for her… Oh, the echo never reached the full softness
if she wasn’t taken away.
Patience’s heart wrote for her stories…
Pimpinella had given her heart for Patience the day she realized
Patience to be a man able to write her out from the library. Gosh she
hated bloody operations, but what a nurse in love can do.
Pimpinella was such a playmate, always ready to risk her life for her
mate. Her favourite game among all the games was ‘Library’. She truly
had found her winner, Patience truly was able to write her out… into a
new library… which was a private library of his. Pimpinella had never
seen anything like that, Patience and his library were the extensions of
heaven on earth. So full of life all she needed for her survival was
light. Patience had taught her the skill of book-hunting though, the
skill known by the very few, in case she’d get hungry anyway. Pimpinella
got very quiet lingering in the ability of the silence to reveal all the secrets.
You can try playing ‘Library’ too, it’s very much fun for the lovers
still in a state of lots of shyness, like on the first date or so. You
will not have to say a word for your love. Let alone the idea you should be able to read a book. Gamblers in love, what a
great opportunity to jump into action right away without any
hypocritical and embarrassed talks, behind a shelf I recommend, the more
open place the quicker your game is over I bet. It is a challenge to
find a shelf nobody wants to have books from. My friends tried playing
same type of game in a restaurant, and they got kicked out for going too
cheesy on a sofa. It was kind of love at first sight, half an
hour from the legendary first look, and they didn’t see anybody else
anymore I think. I also think this is what they mean by saying love is
blind.
Pimpinella enjoyed entering the library with Patience (church is also
good for the ones training their skills in risk taking, or the
funerals… museums and some important meetings can do in a state of
emergency) in total silence. They tried not to drop anything. They used
some non-verbal communication to decide which one of them would whisper
some really stupid joke… and then it was time not to giggle. They
counted how many disapproving looks they got, the one that made a better
guess about the amount of looks had to cough (some drama was always a
plus, they loved good acting) and again they tried not to giggle, searching for the shelf behind of which to do your thing/thong.
Pimpinella never had an idea how to get out from the library (she was
pretty sovereign in getting lost, maybe a real talent), Patience for
sure always found new ways, in and out.
And if, if you ever wonder if they ever, died on any sickness, I heard them having, an eternal life.