Page 3 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“What happened?” She asks.
“Let’s just say I’m done with men for the day.”
“Oh, I give it a few hours before you see another cute one and forget that sentiment.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble.
“So, how long is this sabbatical of yours going to last?” She’s referring to the fact that I’m taking some time off of travel and work.
“I’m not sure,” I tell her. “I just need to get my ducks in a row.”
“I feel like you’re leaving me to settle down in domesticity.”
“Ha!” I chortle. “Yeah right. You know me better than that.”
“We’ll see.”
“Yeah, we will when I come back to work,” I say with a heaping dose of sass.
“I can’t wait for a guy to sweep you off your feet and have you thinking about the future.”
I can hear the shit-eating grin in her voice
“Never going to happen, Big Red,” I say with absolute certainty.
“Your Prince Charming is going to show up out of nowhere.”
“You’ve seen way too many Disney movies. I plan on continuing to get laid as much as possible.”
“You can still get laid while in a serious relationship,” she argues.
“I know that. But I also know how easily I get bored.”
My phone beeps, signaling I’m getting another call. I look at the screen before saying, “Hey, Rhonda, I’ll talk to you later. My brother is calling.”
“Alright, but we are not done talking about this.”
I hang up and answer. “Hey, Dylan.”
“Hey, sis.”
“What are you doing?”
“Just feeding your niece. She’s fighting sleep.”
“Don’t you talk bad about her,” I warn. “I’ll be home soon, and I’ll be on her side.”
“Go figure. Just more women to be against me.”
“Dylan, you have four sisters. You’d think you’d be used to it by now.”
Dylan and I are twins, but we have two older sisters and one younger.
“No joke. I’m surprised I have any testosterone left at all,” he jokes. “Speaking of which, it’s even more girly around here than usual with all the wedding planning.”
Our oldest sister, Liz, is marrying Jack, her live-in boyfriend and baby daddy. They were just going to go to city hall and get married, but our mom wouldn’t go for that. She wanted to give them something a little nicer.
I ask, “how’s Mom doing with the wedding planning? Is she stressed?”
