“How about we continue to talk and plan this double date then see where things go from there? You cool with that?” Was she kidding me right now? Hell yeah, I was cool with that!
“I’m down for that, pretty lady,” I responded, feeling good with her decision to take things slow. I was a patient man and had been waiting to make Ava mine from the moment I first saw her, so a little more time wasn’t gonna change much. “Well, tell me how you want all this furniture you done gone out and got set up before I get the itis and become too tired to finish up.”
For the next couple of hours, I set up the furniture in the various rooms according to Ava’s instructions while Troy continued to help Dawn unpack boxes in the kitchen. After setting up all of the furniture and televisions, I checked the time and saw that it was almost eleven p.m.
“It’s getting kind of late and I have to be up early for work in the morning,” Dawn said as she walked into the family room where me, Ava, and Troy were.
“Damn, I didn’t realize it was this late,” Ava said checking the time on the TV guide. “Let me walk you down to your house so you won’t have to walk alone.”
“Girl, you act like this is the hood. I think I can manage walking a few houses down the street by myself, sis.”
“It’s not the hood, but it’s late, D.”
“I’ll walk you to your house,” Troy interjected. From the smile that spread across Dawn’s face it was clear that she was cool with it.
I kept noticing that Ava’s cellphone was going off, but she had the ringer on silent. She looked down at the phone ringing then hit ignore, but seconds later it started ringing again. I tried not to make it look obvious that I was peeping her phone ‘cause I didn’t want her to think I was checking for her business like that, but with it being so late at night, I couldn’t help but to wonder who it was.
Ava was thanking Dawn and Troy for helping her as she walked them both out. “Thanks so much for walking my sister’s hardheaded butt home.”
“No thanks needed,” Troy responded as Dawn rolled her eyes then cocked a smile at Troy.
I noticed that her cellphone was lighting up again, so I took that as an opportunity to say something. Clearly, she was ignoring whoever it was for a reason. “Your phone is over here gettin’ it in. Someone must really need to talk to you.”
“Trust me, it’s not important.”
“You sure ‘cause they callin’ back-to-back,” I replied.
“It’s my ex. He’s probably calling about the divorce papers being served to him again. He ripped up the first batch, so my lawyer resent them to him.”
“So, do you know how much longer until the divorce is final?”
“To be honest, no. But from what I was told, my lawyer might be able to get them pushed through without his signature. I’m hoping that’s the case ‘cause Justin is having a hard time accepting it, so I don’t see him signing those papers anytime soon.”
“That’s exciting… for you if she can do that.”
“I know, tell me about it. I’m praying she can.”
“I’m so happy for you. Looks like things are starting to fall into place for you. Your house is coming together pretty nicely. I can’t believe how much work we got done today.”
“I know, it’s like everything is moving so fast. I’m just happy the move is over with. Lord knows I’m tired.”
“Yeah, I bet. Thank God school is closed this week. You picked the perfect time to move.”
“It’s crazy ‘cause I didn’t even plan it this way. Let me go get Bully from out back. I almost forgot about my damn dog.” Ava chuckled. As she got up to head to the kitchen to let her dog in from the patio door, her doorbell rang. “Can you open the door for Troy please?”
“Of course,” I responded as I got up and headed to the front door.
From the way that Dawn and Troy were flirting and getting along, I expected him to take a little longer than ten minutes to walk her home. Even though Dawn just lived a few houses down, I figured he would be awhile trying to run game on her.
“Damn T, you back already?” I asked, swinging the door open.
“Who the fuck is you? And what the HELL are you doing at my wife’s house?”
“Oh, you must be the ex, fuckboy Justin. I’m Kevin, nigga! What the fuck is you doin’ round here?” I asked as I looked at dude with the meanest mug I could put on my face. He was standing there looking dumb as fuck with a cane.
“Excuse you! You have a lot of nerve questioning me when you standing in MY wife’s house!” dude shouted as he picked up the cane he was using and waved it in my face.
Busting out in a fit of laughter I responded, “Your wife, huh? You betta watch how you waving that cane in my face before I break the shit off in your ass, nigga. Matter fact, you might enjoy that from what I’ve heard.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the joke I made, which made him even madder. Ask me if I gave a fuck and the answer would be hell no!
