"Vicki? Do you have a minute?" Loretta asked politely to her daughter-
in-law.
Vicki had the phone up to her ear while stirring a pot of macaroni and
cheese on the stove for her daughter who was sitting at the table
complaining that she was hungry. "Yeah but make it quick ok? I'm
getting Kayla some dinner and then when David comes home we're gonna
get ready for the party tomorrow."
"Ok I'll be quick then," Loretta sighed, "You know it's kind of cramped
here, and since you have such a large house, I was wondering if you
could do me a favor?"
"Sure anything. Hmm let me guess," Vicki replied, her long hair and
ridged features of her native ancestry, holding within her a secret
yearning to see Mike again. She knew that he would be in.
"Ok, well, Mike and his son are in for the weekend and I really don't
have anywhere for them to stay. I was wondering if we could arrange it
that after the party tomorrow that they could spend the rest of the
weekend over there. It would only be like one night or something like
that. You have a lot more room than we do over here you know. And since
we'll be over for the party..."
Vicki turned off the macaroni and cheese on the table and spooned it
into a bowl for her daughter, "Now you be careful cause this is hot."
And slowly replied to Loretta, not meaning to be so busy, "Well, ok. I
like having them over. Old Mike is always fun to have around, and his
son has never given any of us problems. I'd be glad to have them over.
He can have my bed." She chuckled to herself, "We haven't been doing
all that much with my yeast infection anyhow. What a pain!" she
exclaimed.
"Another one? You should get to the doctor and see if there isn't
something wrong with you." Loretta spoke with concern. "You just want
to be able to say that you've had Mike in your bed though. I know how
you are."
"He can have my bed and your son too! He loves his nookie... the doctor
I did see told him, 'She needs time to heal down there. Give her some
time.' But he won't listen. Mike can have it, but I don't mind having
them over. He has a check for me... owes me the three hundred for the
ceramics that I sent to Lisa and him."
Loretta smiled to herself. "Ok good. Rody and I talked it over and
we'll bring them over tomorrow. I'll see you there then."
"Ok... be sure to bring some extra hot dog buns ok?" Vicki added.
That night Will sat in the top bunk of the trailer of Rod and Loretta's
house, looking down at the open window. It was about three in the
morning, and the only thing that he could keep in his mind was that he
was finally there, in Erie. He adored going up there and seeing Rod and
Loretta and David and Vicki, they were all like family to him.
Especially Rod, although he had his moments of getting on the young
man's nerves, he was like an uncle that he had not seen in a long time.
The moon echoed her sparkling glow through the open window, down on the
bare flesh of his arm, and he knew that somehow it was the same moon
that was shining down on the lake that he loved so much. The memories
that he held as a child when his mother and father would take him all
around the city. He remembered going swimming in the lake with them,
and with Vicki and David.
David and Vicki, the two crazy assed young blood of Erie. They were
both in their early thirties. Those two were always fun to be around.
Now they had bought their own house, just east, out in the country and
walking distance to the lake. It was exciting to think that he was
going to, from what he'd heard, spend the next few days out there
walking all around the property. Totally amazing to him. His young body
ached for action the next day, walking around the party. There were
supposedly fifty guests to show up, and people that he had never met.
"God," he said in a whisper, "I'm so glad that you've brought me here
to see all of this beautiful land. Driving here was so neat. I hope
that I get to have fun tomorrow at David and Vicki's and that I will
get to spend more time with them. Especially Vicki, I like how she
always says what she feels and means what she says. She's so cool.
Amen."
He covered his eyes with his hand for awhile, blocking the moonlight,
realizing that it was keeping him awake. But still, he looked down at
the bottom bunk as his father moved in his sleep, he knew that his
thoughts were racing like a freight train. He couldn't and wouldn't be
able to sleep at all, and was used to the feeling that he got on trips.
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