“Fuck, I don’t know where they are,” he screamed back.
“They’re right beside you, Jesus,” I screamed, holding the lid of the barbeque grill up in the air, “right where you set them. And why the fuck are we screaming?”
He turned and looked at the table on the edge of the deck. As he reached for the tongs, my phone rang.
“Phone’s ringing, Dekk,” he screamed as he tossed me the tongs.
I grasped each piece of chicken with the tongs, and flipped them over on the grill. Ripp and I had somewhat of a tradition of eating barbequed chicken every Saturday evening. I loved to eat healthy, and usually ate turkey, chicken, or lean beef. Ripp wasn’t as concerned as I was with food, and typically would eat whatever someone handed him. He worked harder in his exercise routines to get rid of it.
I used this as a means of making him eat healthy. It was my way of letting him relax a little.
I closed the lid of the grill and pulled my phone from my pocket. Kace.
Okay, this is weird. She never calls or texts.
I pushed redial and called the number back.
“Who was it?” Ripp asked.
“Kace,” I said and turned to face away from him.
She answered the phone and began to talk a hundred miles an hour. I could understand about every other word.
“Slow down…slow down, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“I left,” she responded.
“Like left, left?” I asked.
“Left left,” she responded.
“Can I come to where you are? Just for a little bit? I need to thee you,” she asked.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I turned to face Ripp.
I placed my hand over the mouth piece of the phone.
“Can she come here for a bit?” I whispered toward Ripp
He shrugged his shoulders, turned his palms to face me, and nodded his head.
“Yeah you can come here, you have a way to write down the address?” I asked.
“Tetht it to me,” she said.
“Your voice sounds funny, you have a lisp,” I said.
“I’ll tell you about it when I get there,” she said.
“Alright, I’ll text it to you. Who’s the most beautiful woman in the world,” I asked.
“Right now, I have no idea. I’ll thee you in a minute,” she laughed.
She hung up and I placed my phone in my pocket. We had never seen each other on the weekends, only during lunch at the diner across the street. My mind raced. I thought of all of the possibilities. It had been about a month since we first met at the diner, and I knew she was becoming fond of me – she never hesitated to tell me.
I suspected that there had to be something to drive her over the edge. Her lisp had me worried. I stood and stared at the barbeque grill.
“Dekk, you alright?” Ripp asked as he walked up to my side.