There’s Something I Want to Show You

On the way back from the Grocery Store, I sat in my driveway and called Lisa to see if she wanted to go out dancing. She was in a super-good mood and totally up for it. She then asked what Chris was doing. I found myself launching into a fifteen minute explanation of where he was, and what happened between us. Lisa didn’t talk much except for some ah’s and oh’s.Then when I was done I sat there and waited for a response then she finally said,

“Well, I don’t know, Odette.”

“What don’t you know?” I asked, surprised.

“I’m not sure if I’m up for dancing anymore.”

I felt my cheeks get hot. “Why not?”

“Well, I mean, I’m friends with Chris too and I don’t want him to think that I’m going to take his wife out so she can go and cheat on him again.”

“It’s not like that,” I said, feeling confused, my cheeks really burning now. “It’s not like I would just go and cheat on him with anyone. You should know that though right? I thought you were MY friend.” I heard my voice getting shaky and my palms were sweating on the phone.

“I am, of course I am, Odette. But like I said, I’m Chris’s friend too and also with all his friends and I think that I’m going to skip it tonight. I hope your’e not mad. I’m just being honest with you. You want me to be honest, right?”

I didn’t answer, I wasn’t sure what to say to this.

She sighed, “I’m just not comfortable with the whole thing.”

“Sure, whatever,” I said.

“OK, talk to you later” she said, in a weird, polite, blowing-you-off voice.

I hung up and stared at my phone. What was going on here? She really was my only friend in town since we moved here 3 years ago. I suddenly realized I didn’t have any other girl-friends and when I looked up at my house, instead of feeling ecstatic about being alone for a couple of days, I felt lonely.

I heaved my canvas bags filled with groceries inside the house. The baggers always packed the bags I brought in, with too much stuff so they were way too heavy as usual. I slung them onto the table with a thud next to Zoe’s dress and the extra pieces of material left over. I had the little dress mostly made. I just had to line the bottom with some ribbon and then I was done. I had been planning on making myself a really nice dinner but now I didn’t feel like it. I put the groceries away slowly, trying to figure out what I was going to do next.

It was a long afternoon and I moped around but finished the dress and made myself some toast for dinner and a cup of tea. I sat on the couch in a dimly lit, silent house and ignored my work waiting for me on the laptop. When I blew on my tea it fogged up my glasses which made me smile a little. Then there was a bang on the window. I almost spit out my tea, and I put it on the coffee table and peered out. There was another bang and I jumped and screamed. I ran to the door and opened it and there on the road, idling, was Jake’s black truck. He was hanging out of the window grinning and he had a surf board in the back.

“What are you doing?” I shouted at him.

“Get in the truck!”

“OK, hang on.” I ran to the kitchen to put my tea in a bigger cup with a lid then I hurried off happily, locked the door and ran round the truck to get in the passenger side.

“What are you doing here?”

“I went surfing today but drove back for the past 6 hours to see you.”

“What! Why?”

“There is something I want to show you” he said. “Cute glasses by the way.”

I settled back in the passenger seat. His car smelled like coconut and I didn’t even care where we were going. It had to be better than where I had just been. I found myself reaching over for his warm hand and he squeezed back, as he pulled off down the street with the other hand on the wheel.

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About Odette

Odette's character is written by Emmerson Grace Hayes. email: ungratefulbliss@gmail.com If only small talk could be replaced by dancing...
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