Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Where the fuck is Nonno?” I shouted.
“Oh no.” Her face turned red as she frantically looked around. “Not again.”
I gritted my teeth. “He’s doing this on purpose.”
“Shit, Troy. How could we have let this happen a second time?”
We tossed our cigars.
“You go that direction.” I pointed behind me. “I’ll take that end.”
As I went in search of my grandfather, I somehow ended up caught in a game of ring-around-the-rosy, with a group of girls dancing in a circle around me. I managed to escape and proceeded to run across the park.
After about five minutes passed, I took out my phone and texted Aspyn.
Troy: Any luck?
Aspyn: Nope.
A few minutes later, though, she texted.
Aspyn: Found him!
Thank God.
Troy: Where is he?
Aspyn: He’s chatting up this lady on a bench.
Troy: Where?
Aspyn: We’re behind the public restroom building.
Troy: For fuck’s sake. Thank you.
My original plan was to ream Nonno out—until I noticed him smiling and talking to the woman, who was laughing at everything he said. Not wanting to embarrass him, I decided to wait until we left the park to scold him. Technically, it wasn’t only his fault. We’d let this happen—again. But I also knew my grandfather, and he was playing games, getting a kick out of Aspyn and me having to stop our bickering long enough to unify in search of a missing old man.
Aspyn stood off to the side, watching my grandfather talk to his new friend. Her eyes locked with mine, and we shared a smile. Neither one of us had the heart to be mad at him.
After we returned Nonno to Horizons that afternoon, I saw Aspyn in the parking lot.
Jogging toward her car, I shouted, “Wait up.”
“What’s up?” she asked.
“You left so fast. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
Her mouth curved downward as she hung her head.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m mad at myself,” she admitted. “I almost feel like reporting myself to management. I deserve to be fired.”
“Whoa.” I stopped walking for a moment. “No, you don’t. He’s pulling this shit on purpose, so how could it be your fault?”
“Well, I let myself be distracted by your…cigar.”
We stopped in front of her car.
“Aspyn, don’t be so hard on yourself. You deserve a break.”
She crossed her arms. “How do you know what I deserve?”
“It’s obvious. You work hard at your job. Nonno told me all of the staff loves you. Then, on top of everything, you take care of your niece. That’s not an easy life. Unlike mine—I have no responsibilities. So what if you got a little distracted? I say, it’s about damn time.”
She looked out toward the highway in the distance, then turned back to me. “You don’t need to feel bad for me. My life isn’t miserable, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”
Damn. I really couldn’t win with her. She twisted every compliment I tried to give.
“I wasn’t insinuating that your life is miserable, Aspyn. Just acknowledging that you have a lot on your plate and you shouldn’t feel guilty for anything that happened today.” I sighed. “What do you do for fun?”
She bit her bottom lip, seeming to struggle to come up with an answer. “I…”
“That wasn’t a trick question, you know.”
“I just…have to think about it.”
“You have to think about it, or you can’t remember the last time you let loose?” I shook my head. “Fuck, you’re really wound up tight, aren’t you?”
“Keep your impressions of me to yourself. You don’t need to be concerned with how much fun I have.”
“All work and no play is no way to live.”
She blew out a frustrated breath. “Okay, then I have a proposition for you. Why don’t you come over tonight and help Kiki with her homework while I go out on the town?”
“I would totally do that, if you’d let me.”
The funny thing, I was dead serious.
She shook her head. “I was just making a point. I would never let you do that.”
“If you trusted me, you would.”
“That’s right. I don’t trust you.”
Ouch. I nodded. “It’s okay. I’d probably end up dead by water gun before I made it out of there.” “I don’t trust you.” Jeez. Tell me how you really feel, Aspyn. I’d made light of things, but what she said bummed me out.
She cracked a smile. “That’s probably true about the water gun.”
That comment felt like a small victory.
“Well, see you later,” she said.
I hadn’t been ready to end this conversation, but she was clearly eager to be rid of me. Yet again.
“Have a good night,” I said. “See you next Tuesday.”
She was about to open her car door but paused. “Was that a hidden cunt joke?”
“What?”
“C-U-N-T? See you next Tuesday?”
“For the love of God, Aspyn. Give me one shred of credit.”
She laughed as she got in her car.
I stood there and watched as she drove off.
Damn, she was a hard nut to crack.