“Damn it!” She jumped up from her chair and glared into the yard.
I followed her stare and turned around just as an ice cube whizzed past my head toward a squirrel that had stealthily climbed a tree and dropped down onto one of her birdhouses.
“Whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing?” I held my arm up, shielding my face from another ice cube.
“That little bastard is looking for seed in the houses!” she yelled, raising her right arm and throwing another cube, barely missing the squirrel.
I looked down at the tray, finally noticing the cup with nothing but ice in it. “You were prepared for this?”
“Yeah, he does this all the time!” She launched another cube, this time making contact with the poor little guy’s belly. He jumped from the swinging house back up to the tree and disappeared.
“He’ll be back… and I’ll be ready.” She sat back down in the chair, keeping a careful eye on the tree.
“Is this what you do with yourself all day?”
“So what else is on your agenda this week, other than squirrel hunting?” I teased, nodding toward the tree.
She shrugged. “The ladies gave me a hard time for missing cards last week, so I suppose I’ll have to do that on Monday. It’s supposed to rain Tuesday, so I’ll most likely lie around in my underwear and watch TV.”
Like I said, kindred spirits.
She continued, “Probably The Price is Right. Drew Carey is a cutie. He can leave his shoes under my bed anytime.”
“Ugh.” I cringed. “Gross. Why do you talk like that?”
“Hey, I’m old, not dead. Some of those young men on TV really get my motor running.” She wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
“Come on! Knock it off. I don’t want to hear about this.” I laughed and covered my ears with my hands.
“You know, Lawrence, in my day, I was pretty hot to trot,” she bragged proudly.
“I don’t think I want to know what that means.” I sighed.
“It means the boys thought your old granny was pretty cute, and granny loved the boys right back.” She stared off into space, thinking about her past. She smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Especially the ones in uniform. Boy, was I a sucker for a man in a uniform.”
“Can we be done with this conversation now?” I pleaded, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands. “I’m trying to keep my breakfast down.”
Gam laughed loudly, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Why did you want to know what I was doing anyway?”
“I was going to come by again. Maybe Wednesday?”
“Let me check my schedule.” Her dark brown eyes looked up toward the ceiling of her covered porch and then back down at me. “Yep, I’m free.”
“Good. I’m gonna come take you to breakfast.”
“Hmmm…” Thinking about it, she chuckled to herself. “Make it brunch. I like to sleep in.”
“HEY! COME ON in.” Big Mike’s smiling face greeted me as the wooden door opened. He was holding Maura in his right arm, facing out, as I stepped inside. As soon as I stepped through the door, she grinned up at me, her arms flapping wildly as drool hung off her chin.
I caught the spit with my finger and wiped it on Mike’s face as I walked by. “Kind of like having a puppy, huh?”
He laughed, wiping his cheek with his sleeve. “Asshole.”
I walked toward the back of his large, comfortable house and into the kitchen. Matthew was sitting at the counter eating a bowl of macaroni and cheese.
“Hi!” He waved at me, grinning just as big as his sister had.
“Hey, buddy!” I walked over and high-fived him. “How’s it shaking?”
He scrunched his little eyebrows together and looked up at me. “How’s what shaking?”
“Never mind, bud.” I laughed and he went back to his noodles.
“Matthew, never take anything Uncle Viper says literally. It’s a very important lesson we all need to learn at one point or another,” Mike teased as he set Maura down in some weird-looking baby contraption.
“You two aren’t going to corrupt my son, are you?” Michelle breezed into the kitchen.
“That’s the plan,” I answered.
Mike tilted his head to the side, smiling slightly as he watched her frantically open drawer after drawer. “What are you looking for?”
“My credit card. I can’t find— Here it is!” She grinned, holding her gold card up in the air.
“Where are you going anyway?” I asked.
She shoved the card into her purse. “Book club.”
I frowned at her. “Why do you need a credit card for book club?”
Mike looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Why do they have book club at a pub?”
“Correction,”—she held her finger up in the air—“it’s at a martini bar. Way classier than a pub.”
“Mmhmm, if you say so.” She walked over and stood up high on her tippy toes to give Mike a kiss. He smacked her ass as she walked away. Her perfume tickled my nose and I realized I’d never really seen her dress up before. Not like this. She actually looked… hot.
“Okay, baby…” She threw her purse over her shoulder and walked over to Matthew, then knelt down next to him and kissed his cheek. “I love you. Have fun tonight.”
“Love you too, Momma.”
She wiped her lipstick off his cheek with her hand and whispered something in his ear, making him giggle. Then she left. Again with the damn perfume.
Perfume on a woman is like a secret weapon against men. It flies up our noses and heads straight for our brains, making us completely pussy drunk. We suddenly turn into bees that need to stick our little bee dicks into a woman’s flower for a taste of that sweet, sweet nectar. Intoxicating.
“What did Mom say to you?” Big Mike asked Matthew.
“She said you and Uncle Viper are crazy, so I’m in charge tonight.” He giggled again and shoved a huge bite of noodles into his mouth.
“Oh, really? Then what are we doing tonight, boss?” Mike walked over and picked up Maura, who had started fussing in her swing. She was six months old already but still so tiny in Mike’s huge paw.
“We’re gonna…” His little face twisted and contorted as he thought about what he wanted to do. “Let’s eat lots of cookies and watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!”
I shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”
AN HOUR LATER, Maura had eaten, puked weird white shit all over Mike’s shirt, and passed out in another baby apparatus in the corner of the family room while Big Mike, Matthew, and I each lay on a different part of the sectional, watching the Minnesota Twins beat the crap out of the White Sox.
“So this is what you do with your Friday nights, huh?” I asked Mike as I glanced around the room, fascinated by the simplicity of the evening.
“Pretty much.” He smiled proudly. “Awesome, huh?”
“Sure.” I shrugged. “If you don’t like women with tits.”
“Really?” Mike glared at me before looking over at Matthew, who was too busy watching TV to pay attention to us. “Come on, Finkle, you know one day you’ll be an old married man like me with a wife and house full of little kids.” He picked up the remote and changed the channel from the baseball game to some obnoxious cartoon with a singing yellow sponge.Source: www.StudyNovels.com