A Basic Renovation by Sandra Antonelli

Author:Sandra Antonelli [Antonelli, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Kyle hopped down from the counter and set the cookie jar on the table next to his uncle. Then he picked up the chair his father had knocked over. ‘I never knew you had leukaemia.’

The ice pack came away from his Uncle Terry’s eye. ‘It’s not something anyone in the family likes to mention, especially Mom – Grandma.’

‘How old were you?’

‘At the beginning? Five.’

‘So you almost died?’

‘Yeah, but nobody ever told me I was going to. Hey. Tell me. What do you think of Susannah?’

She’s...uh…she has a nice car.’

His uncle shifted in his seat and looked at him as incredulously as someone with a swollen eye could. ‘Aw, come on, a nice car? Your Aunt Susannah is built like Jayne Mansfield.’

‘Who?’

‘Never mind. Don’t you think she looks like a pin up girl from the Fifties?’

‘I guess so.’ All Kyle really remembered about Aunt Susannah were distractingly ginormous breasts. He couldn’t help staring at them when she walked. They were so there, so in-your-face, how could he notice anything else? He was sort of surprised boobs that big didn’t do much for him.

Clearly his dad’s kid brother had a different point of view. ‘They’re real, in case you’re wondering, one hundred percent gen-u-ine.’ He leaned on his elbows and held the ice back against the swelling.

Kyle shrugged. ‘What is it she has, a three or two-point-five litre?’

‘Huh?’

‘Sus—Aunt Susannah’s Z4.’

‘Oh. It’s a three litre. You really like the car?’

‘Yeah.’

‘What do you drive? What did your,’ he sniffed, ‘dad get you?’

‘I don’t have a car.’

‘Are you shitting me? Doctor Moneybags, didn’t get you a car when you turned sixteen? You are sixteen aren’t you?’

‘Yeah. I was saving for an old Camaro. I woulda had it by the end of summer too, but I broke my arm. So there went my job and there went my car.’

‘What a dickhead.’

Kyle bristled a little at that remark. ‘He felt bad. He got me Clementine.’

‘A dog? He got you a dog? A father should get his sixteen year old son a car. Grandpa got me one. It was a piece of shit, but that’s what fathers do. I guess someone needs to remind my big brother about what it means to be a dad.’

‘Better not be you.’

Uncle Terry snickered. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll play nice. So, you got a girlfriend?’

‘Not right now.’

‘Lost your cherry yet?’

The question was right out of left field and Kyle’s laugh came out as a bark. It woke Clementine who’d been asleep on the mat in front of the back door to the deck. Her little head popped up and she yawned, her itty-bitty tongue as pink as Kyle’s face.

‘Hey. I’m not ragging you. I remember what it was like and if it makes you feel better, I was nineteen. Up ‘til then it was hand jobs for me too, and I don’t mean,’ Uncle Terry spread his fingers wide, ‘Mrs. Palmer and her lovely daughters. Sure, I did that too. I mean come on, we’re guys, it’s what we do, right? But damn, when Vickie Diaz gave my rod a yank it was even better.

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