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talks to Reggie, yet we’ve never had that kind of relationship. Honestly, I’m okay with it. I know he’s my brother and will do anything for me, so why spend time being concerned about it. Presley doesn’t think it’s normal, but I tell her it’s just how he is.
    We spend a good amount of time installing the new transmission. When we finally get it replaced, Jeremy and I stand back with a little twinge of pride. I clap him on the back, gesturing to a job well done.
    The sky is starting to change to dusk when we take a break from the car. I tell Jeremy I’m going into the house to get a drink when Darcie comes tearing up the driveway in Reggie’s Camaro. As she exits the car, I can already see the wheels working in her head. She’s taking note of the Mini Cooper parked in front of our house, curious of its origin.
    “Who the hell drives that?” Darcie asks with a little cynicism to her voice as she points to Delilah’s car.
    “That belongs to Presley’s friend from Memphis, Delilah St. James. Remember she’s staying with us this summer for a school internship or some shit like that,” I remind Darcie.
    “Oh, yeah. So what do you make of this girl?”
    I let out a laugh. I honestly can’t wait for them to meet. “She’s nice, you know, in that raised with manners, doesn’t curse and regularly goes to church sort of way.”
    “Oh, great! That’s just who I want to spend my summer with; some bible beating goodie-goodie who will be praying for my soul every time I say fuck or shit.” Darcie rolls her eyes dramatically and starts to rub the scar on her left wrist. Her tell tale sign of agitation.
    I drape my arm around her shoulder and try to comfort her as best as I can. “Just think, Darcie, we’ll have a summer of free entertainment once she meets Jake.” We start to laugh hysterically when we think about the train wreck to come. If there is anyone who Delilah will be praying for it will be Jake. He can insult a woman in the first ten seconds of meeting her and he doesn’t even need to speak a word.
    “Thanks for reminding me. That will be the best entertainment anyone could ask for.” She focuses her attention to the creaking back door as Delilah and Presley make their way down the stairs.
    When they walk down the stairs, I gaze at my beautiful girlfriend. Her long, brown hair is blowing in the wind, lightly whipping against her face. I focus on the swing of her hips and start to get hard thinking about how good they feel riding on top of me. Oh fuck! I need to focus on something else, anything else. I turn my attention to Darcie and watch the showdown.
    The worry line above the bridge of Darcie’s nose speaks volumes as Delilah and her size each other up. It’s almost like a Clash of the Titians moment or some shit. They look like they are ready to cat fight, but then not. Strange. Delilah is smiling, but it seems forced. I don’t understand girls, everything seems so catty. Darcie is very protective of Presley since they met and now Delilah is invading her turf, and by the look on Darcie’s face, she’s ready to pounce. It’s all quite amusing. If Jake were here he would be assembling a mud wrestling pit in the backyard. Ha! The thought cracks me up. Presley shoots me a nasty glare and I straighten my face then come around behind her, wrapping her up in my arms. Exactly where she belongs.
    Delilah’s mega watt smile is stretched across her face as she extends her hand out to Darcie. “Hi, I’m Delilah St. James. I’ve heard so much about you, Darcie, and it’s so nice to finally meet you.”Her voice singsongs as she introduces herself.
    “Yeah, likewise, I guess. Hey Jer, did you meet Presley’s friend?” Darcie eyeballs her up and down, taking in her dress, high heels and perfectly annoying manners. “So, you’re only here for the summer then?” Jeremy sticks his head out of the garage and mumbles a quiet hi before going back to work on my Chevelle.
    Delilah waves back at