Page 122 of Three Not-So-Little Words
Dylan and Jamie–the youngest worker in the shop–are already in there shooting the shit when I walk in.
Dylan looks up at me. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the guy who has gotten my sister to settle down.”
I laugh. “I don’t know that I would go that far.”
“Good point. Ronnie is definitely a hard one to pin down. How are you guys doing? I heard she was on babysitting duty the other night.”
“Did she tell you that?” I ask.
“No, Liz did. I guess they were texting the other night when it was happening.”
“Yeah, she was great with Colton. I couldn’t have asked for more.”
Dylan looks confused. “I’m sorry. Are we talking about the same woman? Veronica Lawson? The woman who is terrified of babies, hates the sound of crying, and acts like changing a dirty diaper will physically harm her?”
“To be fair, Colton is out of all of those stages.”
“Still. I knew Ronnie would be okay eventually, but damn, she’s taking to your son pretty quickly. Good for her. I’m proud.”
“I owe her a hell of a good time this weekend to show her how awesome she is. Got any ideas on what she may like?”
Jamie chuckles. “I think we all know what Ronnie likes.”
“Hey, dude, that’s my girl,” I tell him. “Watch it.”
Dylan adds, “And my sister. You’re just jealous because she never slept with you.”
Jamie’s face falls. “Man, low blow.”
Dylan says, “Then, keep your mouth shut about my sister.” He turns his attention back to me. “What are you thinking for your big weekend with her?”
“Figured I’d take her to a nice dinner, maybe out to do something fun, and then–well, I will spare you all of the other details.”
He nods. “I appreciate that. Look, Ronnie loves to be surprised and have fun. She loves being spontaneous, so I wouldn’t even plan it out too much. Just go with the flow and see what happens.”
“Probably a good idea. Thanks, Dylan.”
“You all ready for Halloween tonight?” He asks.
“I guess. I waited until the last possible second to get Colton a costume, so now, he is stuck with some generic superhero thing. He’s putting on a happy face, but I know he’s disappointed. Natalie used to always make his costumes by hand, so that makes it even worse.”
Jamie starts talking again. “I think I can help with that.”
Both of us give a confused, “Huh?”
“I have three little brothers. We have totes upon totes of superhero costumes. Let me know what he’s into, and I can meet up with you later to give them to you.”
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Yeah, they’ve outgrown them at this point. My mom never gets rid of anything, and at least someone will be able to get some use out of them.”
“Thanks, Jamie. That’s really cool of you.”
“No problem. I’ll give you my number. Just hit me up when you leave here.”
I hand him my phone so that he can put his number in. As he’s typing, he says, “Uhm, Ronnie just texted. She says that this weekend, she’s going to do things to your cock that would make the devil blush.”
We all fall silent for a minute, not quite sure what to say. It’s awkward that Jamie read it. It’s even more awkward that it was in front of Dylan, her brother.
