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Carm
Every Thursday, my two older brothers and I lunch at the Trading Post. As I walk through the lunch crowd to our usual table that Dom always secures, I shake hands and slap the backs of some other regulars.
“About fucking time,” Dom groans. Seriously, could the man be happy for once?
“Then let’s do dinner instead of lunch. I am a real estate broker.”
My older brother places his fork down and wipes his mouth, his tie swung over his shoulder in case he spills. He’s my brother and all, but he looks like a dick.
“He finally made it.” Enzo eyes Dom across the table and winks, downing a big gulp of water.
“Um… not to be mean, you don’t have shit to do except get your girlfriend off.”
“I just snagged a big client today,” Enzo says. “Annie and I are going to celebrate tonight.”
“Cool. Maybe she’ll give you a hand job under the table.”
Dom high-fives me. He’s about as sick as I am by how much those two go at it. When will the dry spell happen so I can make fun of him?
“Jealousy looks like shit on you,” Enzo says.
Our usual server, Kate, interrupts us, and Enzo should be thanking his balls. “Usual, Carm?”
Her hair is down and curled instead of being in a ponytail, and her full face of makeup looks ready to slip off her face. Must be hot in the kitchen, or she’s been busy this lunch hour.
“That’d be great. Thanks.”
She smiles, and I turn back to my brothers, who are looking at me with expectant eyes.
“What?” I ask.
“She likes you,” Enzo says, cutting up his goat cheese pizza.
“And?”
“Are you going to ask her out?” Dom asks.
“No.”
“Why not?” Enzo pries.
“Maybe because I’m not you and I like variety.”
He shakes his head, biting into his pizza. Dom puts a fork into his pasta, surprisingly laxer than he usually is at lunch.
“What about you? How’s the whole fuck buddy thing going?” I ask Dom. Other than my news about scoring a meeting with a powerful developer next week, I don’t want their attention on me because I’ll only rant about the she-devil. Even I’m sick of listening to myself complain about her.
He smiles. “Perfect.”
Enzo and I exchange a look. We’ve seen it before. Dom gets bored easily.
“Still?” I probe.
He piles another forkful of pasta into his mouth and nods.
“I’m impressed.” Enzo smiles.
