“When she comes back to the table, we’re going to tell her that I am not gay. You’re going to play the worried sister.”
“And if I don’t?” she challenged.
“I’m going to show up at your apartment every day at six a.m. and pound on your door.”
Her eyes narrowed.
Rosalyn slid back into the booth. “Hey, so what did I miss?”
We both looked up and smiled. “Actually, Frankie here had something she wanted to tell you.”
The Target turned to Frankie.
Just then the waiter appeared with our pizzas. Talk about the worst timing ever. He handed out the food and then picked up a pitcher of water to refill our glasses.
As he reached for my glass, someone bumped him from behind and about half the pitcher went pouring into my lap.
I jerked up immediately, brushing the ice and water off my pants. But it didn’t matter. They were soaked.
Frankie sat there and giggled while Rosalyn handed me her napkin, her lips twitching.
“Very funny,” I said, trying to control my temper and not verbally assault the waiter who stood there staring at me open mouthed.
“Oh, dude, I am so sorry. I must have slipped,” he said. Dude? What kind of talk was that for a waiter to use?
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, then excused myself and went to the men’s room where I would, oh, I don’t know, punch something.
As soon as I went into the bathroom, the door burst open behind me. I turned around to see the waiter drag the huge trashcan in front of the door.
What the hell?
“Ah, man you should have seen the look on your face!” he said.
“What?”
“Sorry about your pants,” he said, looking down at the huge stain that made it look like I peed myself. A laugh slipped from between his lips. “Dex would have loved to see that.”
Dex?How did he know about Dex?
“It’s me, man. Storm.”
“Storm?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I really needed to talk to you and I didn’t know how else to get your attention in the middle of the restaurant.”
“You have a body now?” I asked, trying to understand. “And why don’t you have a black ring around yourself?”
“I don’t have a body, so I borrowed this one.”
“Youborroweda body?”
“Yeah. It’s ah… something else I’m not supposed to be doing.”
So he was able to get into other people’s bodies and control them? That was really scary… but also really cool. “If you ever get in my body, I will kill you.”
He snorted. “Being in your body would hurt too much anyway. I have a feeling you take up every last inch of real estate you got inside there.”
“What?”
