Love on Site by Plakcy Neil

Author:Plakcy, Neil [Plakcy, Neil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBT, Multicultural, Contemporary
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2013-10-07T07:00:00+00:00

Domestic Drama

As we got close to civilization, my phone buzzed with calls and text messages, but I ignored them because I wanted my happiness to last. I could tell Walter was driving more slowly the closer we got to his townhouse. He finally turned in at the entrance, then pulled up a couple of houses away from his own.

“This is killing me,” he said, gripping the steering wheel. “All the way home I’ve been trying to think of a way around it, but I can’t.”

“It’s all right, Walter,” I said, putting a brave face on the pain I was feeling as well. “We’ll have our little stolen moments. And when the project is finished, and your divorce is finalized, we’ll put everything else behind us.”

“How’d you get to be so mature?” he asked.

“When I was twelve, we went on a school field trip to Dadeland Mall,” I said, turning to look at him. “They were building an extension, and of course our teachers wouldn’t let us go near it, but I kept looking at the men in hard hats, walking around with rolls of plans in their hands, and I just knew that was the right career for me.”

I sat back. “Unfortunately I couldn’t draw a straight line, so architecture wasn’t for me. But then I discovered construction management, and it turned out to be the key. Ever since I figured that out, I’ve been focused on whatever I had to do to make that dream come true.”

I reached for his hand, and when his joined mine, I squeezed. “It’s the same thing now. I see what I want, and I know what I have to do to get it. And it’s going to take a whole lot less time than four years of college.”

Before he could answer, I said, “I’ll get out here. Why don’t you drive past and open your garage door. Then I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” I hopped out of the SUV and grabbed my backpack. Without looking back, worried that I might turn into a pillar of salt like Lot’s wife, I strode forward.

It wasn’t until I was in my car, waiting at a traffic light before I got on the highway, that I looked at my phone to see what I’d been missing.

A text that morning, which had come in while Walter and I were swimming, from Maria del Carmen: C U @ home? Then a message from my mother, soon after we left Naples, when we were in an area without cell service. Call her as soon as I could.

Another message a half hour later, followed by a text from Beatriz: shit going down where are u? Then another message from my mother.

Jesus, what was going on? Couldn’t these people leave me alone for a single day? I shut my phone off. I couldn’t deal with them and their dramas. I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry because I had left Walter behind, or revel in the joy of our weekend. So I blasted music all the way back to the Beach.

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