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Kyle cursed – sending everyone laughing wildly as they saw that the front door was open to the screen door. Several catcalls followed him as he walked up to the front door, before glancing over his shoulder – only to see Chase wiggle his fingers playfully, grinning from ear to ear.
He sighed and turned back to the house.
“Hello Kyle…” Mrs. Kendall called out. “Yoooohooo… I’m back here, Kyle.”
“Hey Mrs. Kendall,” Kyle said politely, opening the screen door and stepping inside slowly, looking around warily. The recliner had the doilies on the arms of the chair, the television was on and muted, and the lamp in the corner was beside a black and white wedding photo in a silver picture frame. “I’m coming in, okay?”
“Get on in here,” she cackled happily from the other room. “You want sugar in your coffee…Sugar?”
“Firefighter Rimes,” Kyle corrected quickly, looking around the living room warily and moving toward the kitchen slowly, sweeping his eyes down the hallway, hesitating. “Where are you? Are you back here? You said that you fell?”
Sure enough, Mrs. Kendall was sitting on the kitchen floor, in a blue satin nightgown that was pleated for modesty, but it was obvious she was flirting with him. She was wearing bright red lipstick, had pink blush on, and blue eyeshadow on her lids behind her horn-rimmed glasses… eyeing him up and down pointedly.
Yep… this was his usual call.
“Aren’t you a strong, brawny, young man…” she murmured appreciatively, patting her white curls on her head.
“Hi, Mrs. Kendall…” he replied, fighting back a smile. It was kinda flattering to see her attempts, even if it was disturbing and highly annoying. “Let me guess, you fell in the kitchen making coffee for me…?”
“How’d you know?” she grinned.
“Because I’m the only firefighter you wear that bright red lipstick for,” he replied, smirking. “Unless I have competition that I don’t know about? Maybe some buff police officer or one of the other fellas?”
“Nope,” she replied unabashedly, holding out her hand like some mademoiselle in a French drawing room hundreds of years ago. Her wrist was bent, her fingers angled down, and he saw her fingernails on her arthritic fingers were painted bright red.
“Are you ready to get up?”
“Oh yes…”
“Now, Mrs. Kendall,” Kyle chuckled. “You’ve gotta behave, young lady, and you should only call if this is serious. You aren’t hurt, are you?”
She shook her head no, biting her lower lip as she smiled at him. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, hefting her up from the floor, and heard her sigh happily.
“I’m completely serious… and is that a new cologne?”
Kyle quickly scooped her up, carrying her over to a recliner before setting her down. He avoided looking at the woman who was obviously fawning all over him as she patted his shoulders, feeling his arms boldly.
“Mrs. Kendall, I would rather you didn’t touch me,” Kyle said kindly. “My girlfriend is a little possessive and I’m here to help. That’s all.”
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend…”
“And I know that you have a thing for me,” he countered, smiling politely. “Yet I come out here knowing that this is a prank call from my favorite girl… now don’t I?”
“You’re a sweet boy, you know that?”
“And you are a rascal,” he chuckled, smiling at her. “I bet Mr. Kendall was a happy fella before he passed, wasn’t he?”
“You know it,” Mrs. Kendall cackled happily, pointing, and shaking her finger at him. “I like you, boy. You make sure that if you’re girlfriend isn’t the rascal in the relationship – you’ve gotta be one for her! Keeps things spicy at home if one of you is chasing the other around all the time.”
“Like you chase me?”
“Exactly,” she smiled happily, and he couldn’t help but grin at the bright red lipstick that was stuck to her dentures.
“How about I get that coffee for you – and quickly chug mine down?”
“That’s my boy…”
“Yep, I guess I am,” he chuckled, realizing he’d been conned once again by the wily Mrs. Kendall.
