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“The boys back?” He meant the Caledonia boys.
“Yup.” I said. When Brett raised his eyebrow at my one word answers, I added, “Two of them.”
“Callum and Geordie?” He asked, “or the other two?”
I didn’t need to answer. He took one look at my face and it told him exactly who was home.
I finally noticed how Brett was dressed. He had nice jeans, a warm flannel button down, and was putting on a nice pea coat.
“Are you going out?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Want me to come with?” I asked.
He hesitated.
“I do.” He said slowly. “But I want to… discuss something…”
He almost looked bashful. It was amusing. He came up to me on the kitchen table and clasped his hands together on the counter.
“So, you know… sometimes… adults get urges. And sometimes grownups have to spend time with other grown ups…” Then his eyes cut up to look at me and he grinned. “Birds and the bees and all that…”
I reached over and threw a teaspoon at him, which he batted away.
“So, Dad, you’re telling me you’re going trolling for chicks?” I asked.
He shrugged, confirming my suspicions.
“Get dressed Juju,” he ordered. “We’ll go have dinner, and then I’ll be on the prowl.”
“Are you going to bring them back here?” I wrinkled my nose at the thought.
“Nah, I’ll probably go back to their place.” He said. “I’ll tell them I have a kid at home.” He leaned over and booped me on the nose. “Nothing’s a bigger turnoff than the thought of stepping on Legos on the way to a bathroom.”
I laughed, heading to my room to get dressed. “Your kid is twenty-two. I’m a little past Legos.”
“I never pictured you as a Lego kid.” He called after me.
“I wasn’t.” I confirmed.
I changed into black frayed jeans, a black boxy shirt with bell sleeves and fat, gray and black horizontal stripes.
With my black lipstick on, and a black wool coat, we headed off into town.
It was a crisp spring evening. The cobblestone sidewalk lined the narrow, blacktop roads. All the buildings were close together. Low hanging eaves shaded the large glass windows advertising the wares inside the shops.
This tiny town only had one real restaurant, though there were numerous cafes and bars.
“No offense,” Brett told me, as I mentioned the bars as a possible dinner spot, “But I don’t want to show up in those bars with a young woman. It might make a strange first impression for my mission tonight.”
“Oh gross,” I cringed.
He chuckled as he held the door to the restaurant open. The bell overhead chimed, announcing our entrance.
“What can I do for you?” said an elderly woman with frazzled white hair, a polka dot apron around her midsection.
“Two, please.” Brett said.
