bag or something?"
Most women carry a load of crap with them wherever they go, and nothing in this room, aside from a pair of red pumps, looks to belong to her.
From the doorway, Earplugs answers my question. "I left her shit in her car." One frown from me and he adds, "And her car is in the barn at the back of the lot."
"What?" Cracker barks at him and surprisingly, the young prospect holds his ground. He stares right back at my father.
"I had my orders to bring her in and let me tell you, she's not the quiet type. There was no way I could have made her ride behind me," Earplugs protests.
Despite the fact he fends perfectly well for himself, Brains steps up to defend his protégé.
"You did good, son."
Brains’s sentence makes me cringe. I don't mind the cussing and the swearing, but I can't stand poor English from a native speaker. It's like nails on a blackboard. And that's all my mother's fault. She made me a fucking snob!
"Right, Daniel did well."
Brains smiles at me and shrugs. "What's done is done. We can move it later after everyone's left."
"Now the question is what do we do with her for the rest of the day." Ice's thinking out loud.
"I guess she'll need to stay here," I admit with regrets. No matter how much I would like, there's no way I can parade with her at the party. She's not mine to show off anyway. "Burger or hot dog?" I ask her.
She blinks and stares at me.
"It's not a trick question," I tell her. My voice doesn't betray my exasperation. "I'm pretty sure you eat."
She reacts as if I had slapped her. What's with her?
"Yeah, I do," she snaps back. "And you didn't need to be mean about it."
Ice laughs and I get it when I catch him staring at her luscious ass. Oh, fuck me sideways, she’s another one of those who hates her curves. What's wrong with these women? I shrug as I walk out of the room. I turn to Earplug and say, "Get her a burger and a frank and have her ready to leave at six sharp."
Ice catches up with me and wraps his arm around my shoulder in a brotherly fashion.
"So what's the plan?" he asks. "What devious method are you gonna come up with to make her talk?"
"Damned if I know," I answer honestly.
"She's getting to you, right?"
I look into my brother's eyes and all I see is compassion. Not a feeling I usually inspire.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. She's got me all twisted," I admit. "But I'll find a way to make her talk."
"Oh, I have no doubt you will." Suddenly I'm transported back in time, way back in our teenager years when his mother used to let him spend the summer with us. His eyes are full of mischief as he says, "Just remember, bro, it's not your name she's supposed to scream. It's the name of the guy who's supplying that junk."
I mock punch him and laugh. He's right, I badly want the woman, but I want the people killing our local kids and racers even more. His reminder helps. Next time my dick tries to override my brains, I'll think of the seventeen-year-old corpse in a drawer at the local morgue.
Stupid dick.
* * *
4
A s we leave the building , my mother waves from her table, beckoning us to sit with her. I send my father to her while I get us food from the grill.
Two minutes later, I return with three plates and find my parents arguing about what post graduate degree Juliya should pursue next year. I want to laugh. No way is Juliya staying away from Point Lookout for another day after she's done with her degree.
"Oh honey, I've eaten already," my mother says when I give her the plate. "But I'm sure we'll find someone to share this with." She smiles and looks over my shoulder as she says this.
I barely have time to turn around when a vanilla smelling tidal wave wraps her arms around my neck. It takes me a second to identify my attacker. When I do, I take her into a huge bear hug, lifting her from the floor.
"Bunny, when did you get back?" my mother asks.
Her question is almost drowned by Bunny's gales of laughter.
"I can't believe you can still lift me!" she
Most women carry a load of crap with them wherever they go, and nothing in this room, aside from a pair of red pumps, looks to belong to her.
From the doorway, Earplugs answers my question. "I left her shit in her car." One frown from me and he adds, "And her car is in the barn at the back of the lot."
"What?" Cracker barks at him and surprisingly, the young prospect holds his ground. He stares right back at my father.
"I had my orders to bring her in and let me tell you, she's not the quiet type. There was no way I could have made her ride behind me," Earplugs protests.
Despite the fact he fends perfectly well for himself, Brains steps up to defend his protégé.
"You did good, son."
Brains’s sentence makes me cringe. I don't mind the cussing and the swearing, but I can't stand poor English from a native speaker. It's like nails on a blackboard. And that's all my mother's fault. She made me a fucking snob!
"Right, Daniel did well."
Brains smiles at me and shrugs. "What's done is done. We can move it later after everyone's left."
"Now the question is what do we do with her for the rest of the day." Ice's thinking out loud.
"I guess she'll need to stay here," I admit with regrets. No matter how much I would like, there's no way I can parade with her at the party. She's not mine to show off anyway. "Burger or hot dog?" I ask her.
She blinks and stares at me.
"It's not a trick question," I tell her. My voice doesn't betray my exasperation. "I'm pretty sure you eat."
She reacts as if I had slapped her. What's with her?
"Yeah, I do," she snaps back. "And you didn't need to be mean about it."
Ice laughs and I get it when I catch him staring at her luscious ass. Oh, fuck me sideways, she’s another one of those who hates her curves. What's wrong with these women? I shrug as I walk out of the room. I turn to Earplug and say, "Get her a burger and a frank and have her ready to leave at six sharp."
Ice catches up with me and wraps his arm around my shoulder in a brotherly fashion.
"So what's the plan?" he asks. "What devious method are you gonna come up with to make her talk?"
"Damned if I know," I answer honestly.
"She's getting to you, right?"
I look into my brother's eyes and all I see is compassion. Not a feeling I usually inspire.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. She's got me all twisted," I admit. "But I'll find a way to make her talk."
"Oh, I have no doubt you will." Suddenly I'm transported back in time, way back in our teenager years when his mother used to let him spend the summer with us. His eyes are full of mischief as he says, "Just remember, bro, it's not your name she's supposed to scream. It's the name of the guy who's supplying that junk."
I mock punch him and laugh. He's right, I badly want the woman, but I want the people killing our local kids and racers even more. His reminder helps. Next time my dick tries to override my brains, I'll think of the seventeen-year-old corpse in a drawer at the local morgue.
Stupid dick.
* * *
4
A s we leave the building , my mother waves from her table, beckoning us to sit with her. I send my father to her while I get us food from the grill.
Two minutes later, I return with three plates and find my parents arguing about what post graduate degree Juliya should pursue next year. I want to laugh. No way is Juliya staying away from Point Lookout for another day after she's done with her degree.
"Oh honey, I've eaten already," my mother says when I give her the plate. "But I'm sure we'll find someone to share this with." She smiles and looks over my shoulder as she says this.
I barely have time to turn around when a vanilla smelling tidal wave wraps her arms around my neck. It takes me a second to identify my attacker. When I do, I take her into a huge bear hug, lifting her from the floor.
"Bunny, when did you get back?" my mother asks.
Her question is almost drowned by Bunny's gales of laughter.
"I can't believe you can still lift me!" she
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