Cutting it Close by Olivia Gaines

Author:Olivia Gaines
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Olivia Gaines
Published: 2016-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10 The Devil You Don’t...

Thursday

A lump sat in Omari’s stomach all day as he physically dreaded going to Chantal’s and Cody’s for dinner. In his head, he knew the conversation was going to be filled with subtle putdowns from her about his profession as a barber. The kid was going to ask a ton of personal questions he didn’t want to answer, and of course, he needed to eat before he left because he also knew in his heart of hearts, she was going to give him something inedible. I don’t know if it is rude of me to send over a list of my dietary needs or not, but I may have to arrive full so I have no room to eat.

Dinner was the least of his concerns. How in the world am I going to approach the subject of taking her son out to the woods for a weekend of camping? She is going to think I am some kind of perv. Then I have to figure out how to take her along as well, which is going to be a total disaster. His forehead was contorted so deeply that he resembled an angry Shar-Pei.

“I can see you got a lot on your mind there, Omari,” Kross Eye said to him.

“I don’t know how your cross-eyed ass can see anything. It’s like your eyes woke up one morning and fixated on the tip of your nose...and stuck there,” Belly Bob said out loud.

“You need to mind your own business, you big bellied bastard!” Kross Eye called back at the man.

“I ain’t no bastard! My parents were married, you one-eyed Willie!” Belly countered.

“Can you two let up for one dang day?” Omari interrupted. Bastard. The kid was a bastard. He was starting to feel the same way about himself.

I’m being selfish.

The cell phone in his pocket chirped. The displayed green message was from Thurston.

He texted back.

Suddenly he felt better. The digital watch on his right arm read 6:00. Time was running out and he still needed to shower and change. “Mr. Johnny, I have plans for the evening. Can you close up the shop tonight?”

“Sure thing, Omari,” Mr. Johnny responded.

Dirty Red, who had been quiet most of the afternoon, watched the young man walk over to the elevator. Silently, he followed Omari.

“Pardon me, Boss Man,” Dirty Red said. “Can I have a minute?”

“Sure thing, Red, but I’m in a hurry,” Omari said. Something in the way Dirty Red looked at Omari slowed him down from the rush of getting upstairs. Red was a quiet fellow who minded his own business. The sandy reddish hair stood up on his head like a high top fade from a trendy nineties video. Only his head had a bald spot in the middle of it so the high top looked more like a dirt ball on a hilltop in the middle of the woods. The red bushy eyebrows perched over gentle hazel eyes sat on his forehead like an arch villain’s in the throes of making a dastardly plan to take over the world.

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