“Skip, this is very important.”
Now she was pissing me off. “So is my income.”
She was quiet for a moment. “What time do you get off work?”
“I’ll be home by six.”
“And James?”
“Usually works from ten to seven.”
“Can you please meet me at my house tonight? Around eight?”
I looked at my watch. Fifteen hours. I had trouble figuring out the next three hours.
“Sure.”
“I’ll have Emily here and we can discuss this situation. Thank you.”
I lay on the bed, my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. There was no way in hell I was going back to sleep. And if I couldn’t sleep, the son of a bitch that got me into this mess shouldn’t be blissfully sleeping. I got up and walked into his room.
“James.”
He rolled over and looked at me through squinting eyes.
“One of your girlfriends just called.”
“Called you?”
“Yeah. Apparently you’re unlisted.”
“Who?”
“Some girl named Jackie Fuentes.”
His eyes widened, and he sat up. “What the hell did she want?”
“To apologize for not going to dinner with a stud like you. She wants to make up for it by seeing you tonight at eight.”
He got this shit-eating smile on his face. “No kidding?”
“Well, she would like Emily and me to be there too. It seems there’s some sort of a situation she’d like to discuss.”
His face fell. “Wouldn’t you like to go back to that first day, Skip? And just turn down the Fuentes job?”
“Come on, James. Think Penske, U-Haul, Ryder.”
“Fuck you.” He rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head.
I walked out into the tiny kitchen and thought about coffee. Instead, I pulled out a beer. Budweiser, breakfast of champions. I could feel tightness in my thighs and calves and remembered running for my life last night. I also remembered swearing off beer.
I sat on the back porch, sipping my beer, and watching the first pink fingers of color stretch over the sky. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.
The old man behind us stepped out the back door, looked at me suspiciously, and nodded. He picked up the blanket on the empty playpen and replaced it with a new one, then walked back inside.
I took a long swallow and leaned back, watching the sky turn colors. I closed my eyes and opened them forty-five minutes later.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
I made a sale. Not only did they sign on the bottom line, but the young couple put down two hundred bucks. I was surprised anyone in Carol City had two hundred dollars in cash. And this was cash.
I called the order in and Sammy actually put the phone down on his desk and applauded so I could hear him. I was embarrassed for him.
“Skipper,” he was bubbling over, “I knew you could do it. See? And these aren’t the only people out there. You watch. Your sales are going to start soaring.”
I made two more calls and decided to blow off the rest of the afternoon. I’d tried Em’s number but got her voicemail three times. Then she called me.
“Skip, you called.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sick. I’m seeing a doctor tomorrow.”
“Good.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Jackie called this morning.”
“Yeah. Does she always get up at five in the morning?”
“She sounded frantic. I have the impression someone called her and she was shook up.”
“Em, are you going to her place tonight?”
“Sure.”
“Assuming this meeting breaks up at a decent hour, do you want to go out and-”
“And what? Mess around? I’m not up to it Skip.”
“Em, we need to talk some more. I’ve had some time to get used to this.”
“Get used to this? Oh, good. I’m glad you’re used to it, Skip because I’m not used to it. How do you ever get used to it?”
“Well, I mean I’m not used to it but-”
“Skip, I don’t feel like talking to you or anyone about this. I’ll see you at Jackie’s tonight.” She hung up the phone.
Obviously she was going through some emotional thing that I didn’t understand, and I was being shut out, which bothered me. Besides, she was sick every day and that couldn’t be too pleasant. I don’t know why God had women take all the crap that goes with childbearing, but I’m glad He did. I don’t think men would be strong enough to handle it.
James came home dragging ass. “Long day, bro.” He threw himself down on the stained sofa and closed his eyes.
“It’s going to be longer, James. I have a feeling that this meeting with Jackie Fuentes isn’t going to be pleasant.”
“What do you suppose she wants?”
I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two beers, handing one to him. “Obviously it’s something to do with her husband. And probably the mail. And I feel certain the Cubans will come into the conversation.”
“And let’s not forget Vic. Our classmate will probably figure predominantly in this meeting.” Swallowing about half his beer, James belched. “Shit, we gotta leave here in ten minutes if we’re going to make the powwow. I’ll splash some water on my face and we’ll get out of here.
“We’ll take my car?”
“Good idea. I think the truck needs oil, and every once in a while there’s some sort of rattling sound.”
“Our future.”
“Yeah. Once we get this behind us, we’ll just be a little more selective in what we haul.” He went into the bathroom and came out a minute later, looking as ragged as he had when he went in.
The drive took longer than I expected due to a tractor trailer accident on I-95, but when I finally got through the gatehouse and pulled into Jackie’s drive, Emily was just getting out of her T-Bird.
“Do you know how good you look?” She wore khaki cargo pants and a halter top that showed a lot of skin.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” she frowned. “God knows enough guys tell me on a daily basis. It gets a little old.” She nodded to James. “Asshole.”
“Em.”
She walked ahead of us, past a Lexus SUV and a BMW 325i, to the back door of the house. She rang the bell and Jackie Fuentes answered, wearing a pair of faded jeans and an orange blouse, her hair pulled back and tied with a matching piece of orange cloth. The housemaid look did nothing to detract from her beauty.
Jackie escorted us down the hall that James and I had walked back and forth about forty times, and into a small library, complete with built-in bookshelves, a stone fireplace, and what looked like a custom-designed desk. It occurred to me that for two guys who made next to nothing and were up to their eyeballs in debt, we were seeing a lot of how the other half lived.
“I needed to talk to all three of you together.” We sat in leather chairs, sipping brandy from small glasses. No shit. Brandy. She poured the drinks from this fancy glass decanter, and even though I’d never tasted it before, I think I sipped it like a pro. James, on the other hand, downed his in two gulps and kept eyeing the decanter. Emily drank Evian. One of the reasons she might be upset with me was that she couldn’t drink liquor for the next nine months. There was probably more to it than that.
“This was going to be a simple job. I wanted you to haul my husband’s possessions out of this house and deposit them in a storage unit. In retrospect, I probably should have hired a professional moving company.” She paused and leveled her gaze at James. “Hell, there’s no probably. I should have hired someone who could drive a truck. Obviously you can’t do that.”
My roommate cringed.
“You couldn’t back up a truck, and you have gotten us all into more trouble than even I can imagine.” She took another sip, poured herself another glassful, and ignored James’s pleading look.
Em spoke up. “What brought all this on, Jackie? We told you what happened. The guys are just starting out and-”