“Talking on the phone with a complete stranger for an hour tells you a lot about a person, and I like this one. I expect a full report tomorrow.”
“You know this is weird, right? Sharing my love life with you.”
“No, it’s not weird. If you had a love life, you would know this.”
“I’ve dated girls, Samantha.”
“You’ve dated, but none of them got past those dates, or you would have told me about them.”
“No, a few did, and I didn’t tell you because you didn’t need to be a part of my love life.”
“Um, yes, I do. And sorry, little bro. With this one, I’m all in. Get used to it.”
“Fine. Just please don’t start sharing things about you and Mike.”
“That’s different.”
“How?” I chuckle in surprise.
“We’re old and boring. New relationships are fun and exciting.”
I shake my head as I turn onto my street. “Whatever you say.”
“Please just tell me you’ll kiss her goodbye.”
“If the moment is there, yes, I will kiss her. I’m pulling up to my house now, so I’m hanging up.”
“Wait, keep me on the phone so I can say hello.”
“No, Samantha.”
“You know I have her phone number, right?”
“Yes, and I’m sure you’ll program it to your Favorites as soon as we hang up, but you can’t talk to her tonight.”
“Okay, fine. Have fun!” she singsongs.
“I will,” I say, copying her tone.
I pull into the garage, and Christy parks right behind me.
As I grab the items from the back, I say, “I’m just going to apologize now if my sister ever calls you again.”
From the bed of the truck, I hand her the stack of laundry baskets with the small garbage cans I bought, and she takes them from me.
Christy smiles. “I like your sister. She can call me anytime.”
“You might regret giving her that option,” I tease.
“I get the overinvolved sister, so you’re good. They come from the right place.”
“Eh … we’ll see about that.” I wink, then grab some more bags and lead the way into my place, flipping on some lights as we make our way through.
We try to set things in the area that they’ll go in. Then we continue unloading the truck, both of us making trips back and forth.
“I think this is everything,” she says, carrying the last of the bags.
“Nope, one more thing.” I head back out and grab the yoga statues from where I tucked them in the back seat so they wouldn’t break. “So, where are we putting these?” I ask as I walk back in.
