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“Oh…sorry. Sorry,” she said.
Fuck. Fuck I hate that.Gator gave her a big smile and said, “He’s hard to understand.” Andre had a thick Cajun accent that even Gator got confused over sometimes.
“Fuck you, man,” Andre said. “You knew I wasn’t talking about this fine lady. She’s too hot for you.”
Sylvie was the color of the red columbines that were flowering near the deck she was standing beside now.
Gator changed the subject to save her from the unease of where the conversation was going. He knew that once Andre started on a subject there was no stopping him. “Let’s get her onboard,” he told the big Cajun. When Andre started opening his mouth to speak, Gator gave him a look that said “shut-it,” and Andre waggled his eyebrows and smiled.
They both dragged the gator into the cage and Gator said, “Well, you’d better get going before it’s dark.”
It was the middle of the day. Andre rolled his eyes. “Nice meeting you, ma’am,” he said to Sylvie, before pushing his boat away from the bank and jumping on. “Behave yourself,” he said to Gator.
Gator was facing away from Sylvie when he mouthed “Fuck you.”
Andre smiled and held up his middle finger before turning his hand around and waving to Sylvie…then he set off back to where he’d come from, at a much slower rate with the alligator onboard.
“Sorry about him,” Gator said. “He’s not good around women.” She just smiled. “Hey, I couldn’t get a glass of that lemonade I saw on your bench, could I?” He could see the look of panic on her face. “No, don’t worry about it,” he added quickly.
“It’s OK,” she said. “I’ll get you a glass.”
“Not if it’s going to cause you a problem.”
“No, it’s OK. I can make some more before…”
She hadn’t meant to say that…he could tell. “Before…what? He comes back and sees you’re one glass short?”
“It’s not like that,” she said.
“Are you OK with him around?” he said. She nodded slowly. “Because it looks like he’s…” The sound of a Harley approaching caused him to stop mid-sentence and by the time he was ready to continue, she was already up on the deck and rushing inside.
He didn’t think he should follow her inside. He didn’t want to cause her any more trouble than he thought she was already having to deal with, so he called after her, “Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”
She turned in the doorway and said, “Sylvie.” Then she stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind her.
He picked up his tape and put it back inside his fanny pack and then brushed himself off, pulling his wet hair back off his face and walked around the side of the house to his bike.
Mr. Asshole had blocked him in again, so he walked up to the front door. It was closed and he was about to knock when he heard Asshole berating Sylvie, so he turned the handle and walked right on in. “Everything OK in here?” he asked.
“The fuck you doing coming in here?”
“Well, some asshole has blocked me in, so I couldn’t exactly leave.” He didn’t give a fuck what this guy thought now. He was ready to deck him. He hated fucking bullies, and he knew Asshole was one.
Asshole pushed past him, and Gator looked at Sylvie. “You OK?” he mouthed. She nodded yes, but he knew she wasn’t. He’d already made up his mind he was coming back.
“Hey, your bike’s out here,” Asshole said.
Gator pulled a card out of his pocket and slipped it to Sylvie as he went outside to his bike. She looked reluctant to take it off him, but she didn’t really have any choice. It had his name and number on it. She slipped it into her jeans pocket. Asshole hadn’t seen any of that.
As Asshole was rolling his bike out of the way, Gator walked up to him and said, “If you have any more gators, you know who to call.”
“Next one comes, I’ll shoot it,” he said.
“Well, make sure you don’t miss, because you’ll probably only get one chance, before the gator bites.” Gator had a smirk on his face when he said that. The other guy just looked at him without saying a word.
When Gator threw his leg over his bike and started it, Asshole was back off his and he came up to Gator and said, “Don’t come back.”
Gator ignored him and as he drove out of the property and onto the road, he thought…I fucking know that guy. Sylvie…hmmm. Fuck me. It’s sexy little Sylvie. And that must be Marvin. Fuck me. Fuck!
