Last Exit to Montauk by Phillip Vega

Author:Phillip Vega [Vega, Phillip]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: thewordverve inc
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

29 - Breakfast and a Funeral

“Are you working tomorrow?” I asked as we pulled into B’s driveway.

“No, I’m not on the schedule tomorrow, why? What do you feel like doing?”

You! It’ll be the same answer every single time, folks.

“Do you want to go to Smith Point? I’ll drive,” I suggested. “We can stop at a deli on the way out and pick stuff up too. I have an Igloo in my garage that we used for baseball. I can ask the twins to join us, and you can call some friends too. We’ll make a day of it. What do you think?”

“I think that’s a great idea. I’ll have to ask my parents, but I don’t see them objecting, especially if we have a bunch of people going. I’ll call you in the morning at eight o’clock and let you know. If they say yes, it will give us plenty of time to invite others to join us. And if they say no, we’ll go out for breakfast or something, spend the day together regardless. Does that sound okay?”

Darlin’, you can call me at three o’clock in the morning, and I wouldn’t complain!

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” I said, leaning in and getting a quick kiss.

I walked her to her door, and she began to give me a passionate kiss goodnight, which I stopped. “We wouldn’t want your parents to come out here and kill me.”

She giggled and said, “Yeah, you’re right. Well, thanks again for such a wonderful day, mister!” Then she whispered in my ear, “I had the best night ever.”

Commence melting . . .

“I’ll call you tomorrow morning, so no staying up late watching Star Trek.” She gave me the Vulcan hand salute.

“Yeah, yeah, no Star Trek tonight. It’s probably a rerun anyway,” I said.

“Aren’t they all reruns?” she asked.

“Yeah, good point. You know what I meant. I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.” I returned the Vulcan hand salute and smiled at her as she stood behind her screened door.

I started walking to my car when I turned around. “B?”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to tell you, um, I really did have a good day today.”

She knew exactly what I was telling her, without saying the words. “Me too,” she whispered with the same intent.

I smiled and floated back to the Caddy and drove home.

“Hey, Ma,” I said as I dropped her keys into her purse and kissed her on the cheek. “We’re all thinking of going to Smith Point tomorrow; is that okay?”

“Con quien vas?”

“Me, B, Jean Paul, Hannah and some of B’s friends. I won’t get home too late.”

She smiled as she sat there watching her “bums” play the Royals. “Sí, that’s fine. Ju really like this girl, huh?”

I felt awkward, not really wanting to tell her how I was feeling—still trying to understand it myself—so, like a typical teenager, I tried avoiding her question with one of my own. “What do you mean?”

“What do ju mean—what do I mean? I may speak with an accent, but ju definitely understood the question, pendejo!”

Sigh.

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