”Honey, why would anyone dump you, your beautiful. I would do you in a minute. Brad nods and says, ”Now, look, Jillie. Here is my plan. I am going to tell that pot smoking idiot that you are my woman. Okay. And that I am going to rent the bottom of the barn and need him to get his fucking shit out of here, quickly. Right! Right! he trailed off dramatically. Cause your my woman.”
”Thanks, Brad,” as we lock eyes, his peepers seem a littly sleepy and droopy. Not sure if it’s still lust on his part or he is already drunk. I ignore It. I put my hand on the front door and turned dramatically, as I realize something so goddamn important, I almost forgot. At this very last minute, I tell Brad that if and when Nick shows up supposed to be around 10:30am, please tell him I am not here, just Brad please, just tell him, I am, not here, OK? You can do that, right Brad?
With a thumbs up and ”No problem Babe.” I close the front door behind me. I am leaning on it trying to get my baring, trying to breathe. I know Nick can be very intimidating. And hopefull confused by my new love interest. Shaking my head in disbelief, I run through the living room and up the stairs to the second bedroom window that has the best view of the barn.
It is now 10:00 am
10:50 am a little truck with a little trailer drives up and the boys start laughing. ”Look at that loser,” I hear Tom say. Then the truck turns around and goes back down the street.
11:00 am. No sign of Nick. However, the boys are having a party down on the deck. Music is blatantly loud. Ice is clinking. Another neighbor calls and wants to know who those hunks are on the deck.
12:00 Noon. Not one but four vehicles: Two with attached trailers come up to the house. Directly behind them TWO SHERIFF CARS.
SHIT. SHIT.SHIT. I start to panic in the upstairs bedroom. I did not tell the boys that the police might come. OH SHIT. OH SHIT