“Me and Mark . . .” I let those words hang in the air.
“You are a ‘me and Mark,’ right?” she asked.
I smiled. And then nodded. “I mean, I think so. He said he wanted to see where this went.”
“I think it’s great,” Samirah said. Suddenly her landline rang and I jumped. I hadn’t heard a phone ring in days, so the noise caught me off guard. She walked over to it. “I can see it. You and Mark!”
“You can?” I asked, as she picked up the phone.
She gave me a nod and then quickly added, “But then again, I saw it a mile away ages ago. And apparently so did Harun.”
“You did?” I stepped forward, but she was talking to someone else now.
“Hello, this is Samirah.” She listened intently to the caller and started nodding. “We can be there in about twenty minutes,” she said and then clicked her fingers at me and pointed at a bag in the corner of the room. I rushed over and picked it up.
“Don’t worry, Zack, we’re on our way.” She hung up and we sped into the house, where she grabbed her car keys.
“Wait, did you say Zack?” I asked. “As in Zack I went on a date with, Zack?”
“Yup. One of his sheep is having a problem delivering.”
“Delivering what?”
She turned. “Its lamb.”
“Oh! I see.” I nodded. “And this is at Zack’s farm?”
She smiled at me. “It’s actually quite convenient, if you think about it.”
“What is?”
“Well, you’re going to have to tell Zack about you and Mark now, because maybe he thinks you guys are dating.”
“Shit!” I looked at her and my eyes widened. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
Her smile grew. “I can see this is going to be an interesting delivery!”
CHAPTER 65
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Zack said as he ran up to the car.
“Where is she?” Samirah said, climbing out and doing her very pregnant version of a run.
“Here.” Zack pointed and charged ahead. I followed behind them both with the bag Samirah had instructed me to bring.
“How long has she been in labor?” Samirah asked as Zack let us into her pen.
“I’m not sure, but the lamb is stuck. And my hands are too big, I can’t get the leg out.”
I stopped and gaped before I went in. The noise the sheep was making was one of the most awful I’d ever heard. It frightened me and made me question whether or not I could actually do this. Samirah shot me a look over her shoulder. “Come. It’s okay,” she said, as if she knew what I was thinking. I nodded and walked up to the sheep who was standing in the middle of the pen.
“Wh . . . what’s that?” I pointed in horror as the sheep turned around.
“That’s the lamb’s head,” Samirah said.
“Oh my . . . oh . . . gross!” I almost heaved when I saw it like that.
Zack gave me a sympathetic look, followed by a smile. “I know, first time you see it!”
