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My eyes widen in shock when I realize the target of my gruffness is none other than Mr. Hot Neighbor. He steps back and says, “I’m sorry, this is a bad time. I’ll come back.”
“No!” I say, throwing my hand out in front of me almost desperately. Boy, I’m making an outstanding first impression.
“No,” I repeat again in what I sincerely hope is a more normal tone of voice. “Now’s a great time, actually. Umm, why are you here? I mean, what do you need? I mean—” I take a deep breath and try again. “What can I do for you?”
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice my sudden inability to communicate but only says. “I was hoping you could help me with something.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “Of course,” I say. “Would you like to come inside?”
He hesitates, then says, “Okay, thank you. I’ll be quick. My niece is sleeping next door and I don’t want to be away for too long.”
“How old is your niece?” I ask.
“She’s three,” he responds.
Hearing that has two effects on me: first, I immediately dismiss any sexual fantasies. I’m not about to try to seduce the man with his young niece alone in his house and he’s clearly not here for that kind of help anyway. Second, my mothering instinct takes over and I suddenly have control not only of myself but the situation.
“We’ll go to your house,” I say. “My kids are with their aunt, so I don’t need to be here right now.”
“Okay,” he says. “Thank you.” He seems so lost, so resigned. It’s so strange and different from how I’ve seen him before.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Let’s get you home before…”
“Angel.”
“Cute name! Let’s get you home before Angel wakes up.”
We head to his house and when we’re both inside, he seems much more relaxed. “Would you like something to drink?” he asks.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say.
He gestures to the couch and I sit while he takes the loveseat. I feel a touch of disappointment that he sits on the chair instead of next to me on the couch and remind myself I’m here to be a good neighbor, not an available pussy.
God knows my pussy is available, though. In close quarters he’s even more attractive than he is from afar.
He smiles at me and I pull myself once more from my impure thoughts and listen as he says, “I need to make myself a drink. Scotch and soda, I think. Please can I make one for you?”
“All right,” I say, “the kids aren’t home so I can handle one.”
He nods, “And I’ll limit myself to one.”
He returns with drinks and says, “I… God, I’ve only been at this for a few hours and I’m lost. I don’t know how to begin… Jesus!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and says, “I haven’t called my parents. God. I’m sorry. Well, at least you’ll know what it’s about.” He takes his phone and a moment later says, “Mom, I need you and Dad to call me. It’s important.” There’s a slight pause and he says, “You know what it’s about.”
There is such sadness in his eyes! It just makes me want him more. That probably makes me a horrible person. He puts his phone down and says, “My sister overdosed on heroin today. My niece was left alone in her apartment.”
“Is she going to be okay?” I ask.
“I won’t let her end up in the system but I don’t know anything about raising a child.” I was asking about his sister but his words answer that question, too. At least they give me a pretty clear picture.
“Is the state threatening to take your niece from your sister or…” I can’t finish.
He looks at me and that look is answered enough.
“I’m so sorry,” I say.
