looked like someone a man would enjoy waking up beside in the morning. She was wearing a tee shirt without a bra and gray sweatpants. I reeled my thoughts in and concentrated on my son.
“Are you going to the radio tower today?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yep, first thing after breakfast. I thought I’d introduce Konya to the one and only Big Mac.”
Kelly looked me over. “I’d like to go,” she said while looking at me with an expression I could not interpret.
“Sure,” I replied.
Kelly was waiting in the truck after breakfast. She’d been sitting there in the cold for at least fifteen minutes. She didn’t like the cold, so I knew something was up. Konya and I got in and the dogs hopped in back.
“I couldn’t help but notice a couple of suitcases sitting in the back,” I commented as I drove.
“I’m going to move back,” Kelly replied. I looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead.
I wanted to talk to her, but was reluctant to say anything in front of Konya. After all, I hardly knew him. I glanced in the rearview mirror at him to see if he was listening, but he was pointedly staring out of the window. Number Two saw me looking and emitted a light bark, as if to say, hi buddy!
As we drove past the Governor’s Club, I could see a telltale column of smoke from one of the houses in the back. I knew where they lived now, but I was still uncertain how to meet them under peaceful terms.
“What are you looking at?” Kelly asked.
“There is somebody living up there on the hill back in that neighborhood. So far, they’ve elected not to introduce themselves,” I said, and explained to them about the letter I had affixed to the locked gate of the exclusive neighborhood. Konya seemed nonplussed, while Kelly mused aloud who might be living there.
When we arrived at the radio tower, but it appeared nobody was home. I got out and retrieved Kelly’s luggage.
“I assume everyone is down at the church,” I said to Konya. “It’s close by and we thought about using it for a traveler’s rest. If you don’t mind waiting, I’ll help Kelly with her luggage and then we’ll head down there.”
Konya nodded. “Just going to let the kids stretch their legs, if you don’t mind.”
Kelly walked ahead and held the door open for me. Walking inside, I realized the living space was even smaller now that it was occupied. There was stuff strewn everywhere.
“I made a bad mistake,” Kelly said without being asked. I looked at her. “Terry and I…” she didn’t finish. I nodded in understanding.
“Anyway, Andie found out somehow. She cornered me yesterday. She said if I wanted to be Terry’s little cum dumpster it was fine with her, but the minute he even hinted he was going to leave her for me, she was going to take a knife to me,” she scoffed, but when I didn’t reply, she looked at me questioningly. “She’s full of shit, right?”
I shook my head slowly. “Don’t underestimate her. She’s got a mean streak.”
“Son of a bitch,” she said under her breath. “Alright, I’m going to stay here for a while. It’s not easy living with Wanda, but I guess the alternative isn’t too much better.”
She suddenly hugged me. “Why do I always manage to mess my life up?” she said as she buried her face in my chest and started sobbing. She felt nice, but the whole thing was very awkward. I held her for a moment so that I wouldn’t appear callous to her feelings, and then gently pried her off.
“Listen, I think you’re right, it’s best if you stay here, at least for a little while. Something will work out, and I’ll help all I can,” I said.
“Thanks, Zach,” she said, “you’re a good guy.”
“C’mon, let’s head down to the church.”
“Like I said earlier,” I explained to Konya as I drove, “I refer to these women collectively as the Birmingham girls,” I gestured at Kelly. “They consist of Kelly here, Mac, Wanda, Rhonda, and three little brats whose
“Are you going to the radio tower today?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yep, first thing after breakfast. I thought I’d introduce Konya to the one and only Big Mac.”
Kelly looked me over. “I’d like to go,” she said while looking at me with an expression I could not interpret.
“Sure,” I replied.
Kelly was waiting in the truck after breakfast. She’d been sitting there in the cold for at least fifteen minutes. She didn’t like the cold, so I knew something was up. Konya and I got in and the dogs hopped in back.
“I couldn’t help but notice a couple of suitcases sitting in the back,” I commented as I drove.
“I’m going to move back,” Kelly replied. I looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead.
I wanted to talk to her, but was reluctant to say anything in front of Konya. After all, I hardly knew him. I glanced in the rearview mirror at him to see if he was listening, but he was pointedly staring out of the window. Number Two saw me looking and emitted a light bark, as if to say, hi buddy!
As we drove past the Governor’s Club, I could see a telltale column of smoke from one of the houses in the back. I knew where they lived now, but I was still uncertain how to meet them under peaceful terms.
“What are you looking at?” Kelly asked.
“There is somebody living up there on the hill back in that neighborhood. So far, they’ve elected not to introduce themselves,” I said, and explained to them about the letter I had affixed to the locked gate of the exclusive neighborhood. Konya seemed nonplussed, while Kelly mused aloud who might be living there.
When we arrived at the radio tower, but it appeared nobody was home. I got out and retrieved Kelly’s luggage.
“I assume everyone is down at the church,” I said to Konya. “It’s close by and we thought about using it for a traveler’s rest. If you don’t mind waiting, I’ll help Kelly with her luggage and then we’ll head down there.”
Konya nodded. “Just going to let the kids stretch their legs, if you don’t mind.”
Kelly walked ahead and held the door open for me. Walking inside, I realized the living space was even smaller now that it was occupied. There was stuff strewn everywhere.
“I made a bad mistake,” Kelly said without being asked. I looked at her. “Terry and I…” she didn’t finish. I nodded in understanding.
“Anyway, Andie found out somehow. She cornered me yesterday. She said if I wanted to be Terry’s little cum dumpster it was fine with her, but the minute he even hinted he was going to leave her for me, she was going to take a knife to me,” she scoffed, but when I didn’t reply, she looked at me questioningly. “She’s full of shit, right?”
I shook my head slowly. “Don’t underestimate her. She’s got a mean streak.”
“Son of a bitch,” she said under her breath. “Alright, I’m going to stay here for a while. It’s not easy living with Wanda, but I guess the alternative isn’t too much better.”
She suddenly hugged me. “Why do I always manage to mess my life up?” she said as she buried her face in my chest and started sobbing. She felt nice, but the whole thing was very awkward. I held her for a moment so that I wouldn’t appear callous to her feelings, and then gently pried her off.
“Listen, I think you’re right, it’s best if you stay here, at least for a little while. Something will work out, and I’ll help all I can,” I said.
“Thanks, Zach,” she said, “you’re a good guy.”
“C’mon, let’s head down to the church.”
“Like I said earlier,” I explained to Konya as I drove, “I refer to these women collectively as the Birmingham girls,” I gestured at Kelly. “They consist of Kelly here, Mac, Wanda, Rhonda, and three little brats whose
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