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“Yes, sir,” I said to Kettle. “I will, sir.”
“Now let me talk to my daughter,” he ordered gruffly.
“One more thing,” I said.
“What?” Kettle sounded miffed.
He did not, under any circumstances, like that I’d moved in with his daughter—or more correctly, his daughter in with me.
Even more so, he wasn’t happy that I’d told him that I cared for his daughter.
“I love her, sir,” I said. “I love her a lot.”
Saylor blinked owlishly at me and my words.
“You better love her,” Kettle grumbled. “If I had thought you didn’t, I wouldn’t have said yes. Now let me talk to her. Oh, and make sure y’all are down here this weekend. There’s a party that I want you both to attend. No is not an option.”
I chose not to tell him that I was working this weekend.
One of the other guys would cover for me just as I’d done for all of them when they’d asked.
“Have a good one, sir.” I bit my lip and handed the phone to Saylor, who was watching me go through practical hell as I told her father that she was moving in with me.
Saylor’s eyes weren’t full of mirth any longer when she pressed the phone to her ear and said hello.
They were unreadable as she spoke softly to her father.
Thinking they could use the privacy to talk without me listening in, I went outside and used Saylor’s phone to place a call to my mother.
She answered on the first ring.
“Saylor?”
“It’s me,” I said. “How’d it go?”
Mom sighed.
“He didn’t get anything,” she muttered. “Thank God.”
“Good news,” I said.
“The kid was kind of sad, actually,” she admitted. “He looked rough. He’d changed a lot since he’d come in for that job interview. I’m glad that you convinced me to hire Saylor first. I’m kind of concerned on what would’ve happened had I given him a job.”
My dad muttered a ‘fuck yeah’ in the background, and I raised a hand to scratch my head.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Saylor was now waving her hands around in the air as she talked to her dad, switching the phone back and forth as she spoke heatedly about something.
Turning back, I took a few more steps down into the yard as I said, “Hey, Mom?”
“Yes, baby?” Mom said, sounding distracted.
“Will you go ring shopping with me tomorrow?”
There was a long pause, and then my mother started to screech like a lunatic.
“Jesus Christ, Memphis,” Dad said. “We’re at the fucking courthouse for God’s sake. Tone it down.”
