One Saturday afternoon while watching television, my mom yelled from upstairs that there was someone on the telephone. Picking up the phone, a soft voice said “hello.” Sharon was on the other end of the phone. Thoughts before this phone call made me think that she had forgotten all about me because of her boyfriend.

‘Hi. What’s up?’ I responded.

‘Nothing. Just calling to see what you up to.’

‘The same. Are you okay? Is something wrong?’

‘I can’t miss you and want to call you?’ She said strongly.

‘Didn’t mean it like that. Simply asked a question.’

Speaking to her made was bittersweet because here she is calling me after all this time, and it was initially thought she wanted something or Mr. wonderful broke her heart. One would think that; however, that person would be wrong.

‘How is Derrick?’ I inquired.

‘He’s good. Over at his grandmothers cutting the yard and helping out.’

‘Oh,’ I mumble to try and put a damper on this stretched conversation. Suddenly, she blurts out a question about us.

‘Rajah, don’t you care about me anymore? Because you don’t call or nothing and that shit hurts.’

Imagine my amazement that she said this even though she was the one who barely called.

‘You stopped calling me. What was I supposed to do, hound you? I called you and you never called me back!’ I replied.

‘We are supposed to be friends and you acting all silly and shit. Grow up and stop acting like that. I’m so mad at you right now!’ she yelled.

‘You should be mad at yourself too for blaming all this on me. You had a hand in this and why you calling like this starting mess. You’re only calling me because your boy is busy.’

‘See, that’s what this mess is all about.’

‘Actually it’s not. That’s what you want to see’ I replied.

‘I haven’t had anyone to talk to since you played me!’

‘WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS MORE SERIOUS THAN IT HAS TO BE?’ I yell.

Sharon began to vent her frustrations even more so and as she continued, it was apparent that there was more to this than what was being said on the phone. As my ears listened to her vent, my patience took hold, waiting for her to finish. Suddenly, the phone hung up and there I was holding the receiver wondering what happened. After about fifteen minutes of this eating me up inside, the choice was made to pop up over her house. Fortunately, there was a piece of a car in the driveway. It was a 1980 Grand Prix that didn’t realize it had a transmission. When you put the damn thing in park, it kept moving, so you had to turn the wheel so it would roll into the curb or ditch. The window didn’t roll all the way up, and this lint blew from the ceiling throughout the car, getting trapped in your head. The highlight was the fact that you could start that car with a pen if you had one. All you had to do is turn the column and then turn the ignition. The car rode low to the ground; however, the good thing about this car is it got me from point A to point B and sometimes to C when it wasn’t broken.

Freedom was granted to me a bit more in the early part of the day so driving over there wasn’t a big deal. As the Black Demon drove, my mind wondered what this mouth would say to her. My stomach began to ache and turn, thinking of what she would say. Pulling up in the driveway, preparation was being made for the entry into her home. When my fist knocked on the door, it felt as if an echo could be heard. Suddenly the door opened and there was her mother.

‘Hey Rajah.’

‘Hello Ms. Peterson.’

‘We have not seen you over here in a while. Thought you got kidnapped or something,’ she said sarcastically.

‘Is Sharon here?’

‘Yes, come on in. You want something to drink?”

‘No Ma’am.’

Her mother invited me in and led me to the family room where her husband sat as usual. I spoke to him and he was right back to watching television. My legs walked me right to the front door to await Sharon.

‘Sharon, you have company down here!’ Her mom yells.

When she came to the top of the stairs, my heart dropped for fear she may be upset with me in a bad way.

‘You can come up,’ she said dryly.

The hospitality wasn’t that great but that could be expected because of the argument. Climbing the stairs, she kind of stared at me with this look as if she was ready to swing. Sharon turned and went into her room as I reluctantly followed. Entering the room, she shut the door, grabbed me and hugged me tightly. Her embrace was powerful and the time she held me made it seem as if life was about to end.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.

‘Missed you. I’m sorry for yelling and hanging up on you. You know I didn’t mean that. Didn’t have anyone to talk to and Derrick don’t count before you say it.

‘He’s your boyfriend, so why shouldn’t he count?’

‘We don’t…….Well, it’s hard to explain. You shouldn’t have left me.’

‘When did I leave you? You have a boyfriend.’

Derrick was one of those guys that would start a fight with her if he knew we were hanging out. She was treated well, and that was all that mattered. Derrick was just another jealous guy; of course he had to be nice because he was ugly as hell. Spending less time with her was to benefit Sharon, saving her from needless arguments. Bottom line, the boy was a jealous person. He was nice, but he just didn’t want another man around his woman, which is understandable.

‘Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I want you to leave. If he can’t respect that, then he can go.’

‘You don’t mean that,’ I utter.

‘Yes I do. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him anymore. I missed you,’ she said excitingly as she grabbed my hand. ‘What have you been doing?’

‘Nothing really. Looking for a college to go to.’

‘Already? You are really going to go off to school?’ she asked.

‘I want to so bad to get away from here. You should come too.’

‘Naw……Don’t know what to do after high school.’

‘It is still early though. We have a little time.’

‘Not ready at all to think about that stuff at all,’ she replied.

To be continued…………….

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