Page 74 of Deadly Obsession
When Sage returns from brushing her teeth, her face lights up upon seeing the spread.
“Pizza?”
“Homemadepizza.” I point over my shoulder at the brick oven next to the stove.
“I was wondering what that was when I snooped earlier. I didn’t open it though.”
“Find anything interesting?”
She shakes her head, biting her lip. “I didn’t get far because I got hungry, so I came in here and made a sandwich, then I craved the cookies and... well, you know the rest.”
Now that everything’s ready for assembling, we need some tunes.
“Help me pick out some music.” I say and take Sage’s hand, leading her into the living room to my bookcase full of records.
“Lord, how can I? There must be a thousand records here!”
I shrug. “About 500.”
Her eyes scan over the spines of the albums. She nearly jumps for joy when spotting one of interest. I have them organized in alphabetical order, so I know exactly which one she picked, but she doesn’t let me see as she hides itbehind her body. She pushes me out of the way to stick it on the platter.
“Go stand over in that open space,” she says, pointing to the area near the windows.
When I don’t move, she puts her hands on her hips.
“Be a good boy and do as Madam Manilow says.”
“Madam Manilow?”
A grin spreads across her face. “That’s my name on the Madam app.”
Before I can open my mouth, and maybe she can see my face fill with rage and jealousy, she holds up a finger.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. It’s solely virtual.”
“For your information, I’m a boxers guy.”
“Yeah, because tighty-whities wouldn’t be able to hold that horse in your pants.”
She points at the open space again.
“Go,Boss Man.”
I hold up my hands in defeat and do as Sage demands, but make a mental note to look into that fucking app.
The momentGreat Balls of Fireby Jerry Lee Lewis starts playing, she shimmies her way over to me and takes my hand in hers then places my other hand at her waist.
“I don’t dance.”
“Neither do I.”
“Yes, you do. I watched you on the dance floor of Underground Park Slope.”
“That’s different. I was just moving my hips around. We’re going to swing dance.”
The song is past the intro, and I move when Sage moves. We’re making shit up as we go. I twirl her around and she spins, and I tug her back toward my body. We gallop around the open space of my living room for the rest of the song and despite having no clue what I’m doing, I seem to be in sync with Sage.
By the end of the song, I’m smiling until my cheeks hurt.
