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“Yeah, I slept all day.”
“That’s good. You think you’ll be well enough by Thursday? I really want you to meet my mother.”
“Sure. I’ll just have to dose up damorrow and Wednesday.”
“Do you need anything from the store? I have to get some work done on my computer at home tonight, but I’ll run out first if you need me to. You shouldn’t go out in this weather.”
“Nah, I’ll be albight. You get going; it’s going to be hard to catch a cab.”
“I feel bad leaving you in this condition but I have a very important deadline to make; please forgive me,” he said, getting his things out of the bathroom.
“Don’t burry about it. I’ll see you on Dursday.”
“OK.”
Two minutes after I closed the door behind him, he knocked again. He was always forgetting something.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“It’s me.”
I opened the door and he stood there in his soggy wool coat with a corny smile on his face.
“I just came back to tell you I love you.”
He kissed me gently on the lips then bolted without giving me a chance to utter a sound. My heart ached as he said those dreadful words and I wanted him out of my life as soon as possible. I sat down on the floor next to Peaches and contemplated my strategy.
Thanksgiving morning was a nightmare. All my cousins began calling me at the crack of dawn, showering me with good holiday wishes. I spoke to those who have interesting lives and left my machine on for the others. They were my dad’s people and maybe I should be grateful that they wanted to keep in touch—we just don’t have much in common. I called Saundra even though she doesn’t celebrate “exploitive European holidays.”
“Hello?”
It was dumb-ass Evelyn. Was she going to grow old waiting for Phil to change his mind?
“Hi, Evelyn. Its Asha.”
“Sweetie! How is life treating you?”
“Fine. What is new in your world?”
She laughed, a soft tinkling sound. “Wondering how we’re going to pull off a big graduation party in June and a wedding eight weeks later. Whew! It makes me tired just thinking about it.”
“Graduation party?”
“Yes. Phil wants her to have both.”
Oh, brother! Now he had a believable excuse for not marrying her ass next year. He would say that he didn’t have the money and didn’t want her to foot the bill alone. How could she deal with the bullshit?
“Is Saundra home?”
“Uh
. . . sure.”
I knew that she was hurt by my abruptness, but stupid women get on my nerves.
Saundra picked up with Jamiroquai playing loudly in the background. I hate Jamiroquai.
“Hi, Ashie,” she said playfully.
