reinforced that he try to get plenty of rest. He grabbed his bags, headed out the door of the bedroom and a weary eyed Tyrin covered himself with the sheet and went back to sleep.
*****
There was nothing like driving down Pacific Coast Highway on a clear day. From the highway the Pacific Ocean actually looked clean and inviting; in reality it was a sewage lot that many locals found pleasure in inhabiting. However, California did have the best weather, not too hot and never too cold. There was a reason that the nation flocked to California in the summer, and today was a perfect example of how weather in June should be. It was days like this that really made him wish he had more free time to spend with Tyrin. It was a perfect for a picnic, barbecue, or some other outdoor activity; but when work calls what can you do?
As the jet-black 320CLK Mercedes-Benz convertible gently coasted along the highway, its hurried driver was bobbing his head in rhythm to a new track by an east coast brother who was singing about a married woman he wished he’d never met. As the raspy voice bellowed through the speakers, it dawned on him that there was one person he had to call before he left town. He lowered the volume and called his favorite woman in the world.
“Taist of Style, how may I assist you this morning?” the receptionist asked.
“Hi Stacy is my mom available?”
“Hey Khalil, how are you today?” She asked in her normal, I hope you’re not still gay because I want to be your wife, tone.
“I’m well, just trying to get to the airport before I miss my flight.”
“Oh, OK. Let me transfer you. Have a safe trip and come back in one piece.” She chuckled to herself and proceeded to transfer the call.
“This is Vanessa.”
“Hi mommy”
“Hey sweetheart, where are you?”
“On the 405 racing to the airport. I couldn’t remember if I called to let you know I was going out of town.”
“Yes. You told me two days ago. What time is your flight?” she asked.
“11:40” He answered.
“Khalil, it’s 10:00 and you are still on the 405? Are you near the airport?” She asked in a worried, yet annoyed tone.
“Yep. I have about 4 more exits. Why do you sound irritated because I’m rushing? You sound like Spencer. Anyway I was just calling to keep you in the loop about my whereabouts, that’s all.” Khalil responded.
“I appreciate that. Where is Tyrin?”
“At home sleeping.”
“Why didn’t he drive you to the airport?’
“Because I’m not sure if I’m coming back Saturday morning or late Friday. And, I would prefer to have my own vehicle available in case of a sudden change.”
“Who are going with again?”
“Spencer, Lea, and Kerrion. I know they’re all probably there waiting for me, but I don’t care, I’m the boss.” He said in a cocky but playful tone.
“And where are you guys headed to again?”
“I thought you said I told you all about this trip?” Khalil questioned.
“You did, but I was on my way to church at the time and I’m so busy praying for you that I don’t hear half of what you tell me sometimes.” She nonchalantly responded.
He let out an annoyed sigh and asked, “How do you know what to pray for if you don’t listen?”
“The Lord tells me.” She gave a hearty laugh because she knew that would further irritate him. “Khalil, maybe if you would ask me about church sometimes, I would feel a little better about you not going anymore.
Here we go again. Khalil loves his mother to death, but sometimes she can bring up the Lord when he is not in the mood, and it gets on his nerves. He grew up in church; day in and day out he was at the House of the Lord. Out of respect for his mother he doesn’t argue the homosexuality topic- they really don’t bring it up at all- but she has a way of putting words into place that really bugs the hell out of him. Now that he is older he will go to church when time permits, but until he gets some clear answers to some of the
*****
There was nothing like driving down Pacific Coast Highway on a clear day. From the highway the Pacific Ocean actually looked clean and inviting; in reality it was a sewage lot that many locals found pleasure in inhabiting. However, California did have the best weather, not too hot and never too cold. There was a reason that the nation flocked to California in the summer, and today was a perfect example of how weather in June should be. It was days like this that really made him wish he had more free time to spend with Tyrin. It was a perfect for a picnic, barbecue, or some other outdoor activity; but when work calls what can you do?
As the jet-black 320CLK Mercedes-Benz convertible gently coasted along the highway, its hurried driver was bobbing his head in rhythm to a new track by an east coast brother who was singing about a married woman he wished he’d never met. As the raspy voice bellowed through the speakers, it dawned on him that there was one person he had to call before he left town. He lowered the volume and called his favorite woman in the world.
“Taist of Style, how may I assist you this morning?” the receptionist asked.
“Hi Stacy is my mom available?”
“Hey Khalil, how are you today?” She asked in her normal, I hope you’re not still gay because I want to be your wife, tone.
“I’m well, just trying to get to the airport before I miss my flight.”
“Oh, OK. Let me transfer you. Have a safe trip and come back in one piece.” She chuckled to herself and proceeded to transfer the call.
“This is Vanessa.”
“Hi mommy”
“Hey sweetheart, where are you?”
“On the 405 racing to the airport. I couldn’t remember if I called to let you know I was going out of town.”
“Yes. You told me two days ago. What time is your flight?” she asked.
“11:40” He answered.
“Khalil, it’s 10:00 and you are still on the 405? Are you near the airport?” She asked in a worried, yet annoyed tone.
“Yep. I have about 4 more exits. Why do you sound irritated because I’m rushing? You sound like Spencer. Anyway I was just calling to keep you in the loop about my whereabouts, that’s all.” Khalil responded.
“I appreciate that. Where is Tyrin?”
“At home sleeping.”
“Why didn’t he drive you to the airport?’
“Because I’m not sure if I’m coming back Saturday morning or late Friday. And, I would prefer to have my own vehicle available in case of a sudden change.”
“Who are going with again?”
“Spencer, Lea, and Kerrion. I know they’re all probably there waiting for me, but I don’t care, I’m the boss.” He said in a cocky but playful tone.
“And where are you guys headed to again?”
“I thought you said I told you all about this trip?” Khalil questioned.
“You did, but I was on my way to church at the time and I’m so busy praying for you that I don’t hear half of what you tell me sometimes.” She nonchalantly responded.
He let out an annoyed sigh and asked, “How do you know what to pray for if you don’t listen?”
“The Lord tells me.” She gave a hearty laugh because she knew that would further irritate him. “Khalil, maybe if you would ask me about church sometimes, I would feel a little better about you not going anymore.
Here we go again. Khalil loves his mother to death, but sometimes she can bring up the Lord when he is not in the mood, and it gets on his nerves. He grew up in church; day in and day out he was at the House of the Lord. Out of respect for his mother he doesn’t argue the homosexuality topic- they really don’t bring it up at all- but she has a way of putting words into place that really bugs the hell out of him. Now that he is older he will go to church when time permits, but until he gets some clear answers to some of the
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