The Lie by Kultgen Chad

Author:Kultgen, Chad [Kultgen, Chad]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: en
Publisher: Harper Perennial
Published: 2009-02-20T05:00:00+00:00

chapter sixteen

There was still some time left until the end of the year, but Mac’s Place was closing early to get started on summer renovations. So I went up there to clean out my locker, which didn’t have much in it, just an old pair of tennis shoes I wore when I worked there. While I was there Raulio invited me to a barbecue. He said, “Kyle, you want a barbecue with me on weekend?”

I said, “Thanks, Raulio, but I have some stuff to do with my girlfriend this weekend.”

He said, “Bring the woman. She get barbecue.”

I said, “Thanks, Raulio, but I really can’t.”

Raulio had invited me to what must have been a dozen or so barbecues over the course of the two years I had worked with him. I had never gone to one. I always imagined his barbecues consisted of him and two other Mexican dudes sitting around a tiny charcoal barbecue in his front yard drinking beers and staring into the distance. In actuality they were probably really fun. I’d never know.

So I got my shoes and headed over to Erin’s place. She was still at class but she had given me a key at some point, so I basically used her place as my own. I had more clothes at her place than at McElvaney, and she had a computer and Internet and everything so I didn’t have to go to a computer lab to get online.

I was just about to get in the shower when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Heather. I don’t even know how to fucking describe my reaction. I had been thinking about her a lot at that point. It wasn’t like anything was wrong or bad with Erin. It had just kind of reached a place for me where it was as good as it was going to get, and it wasn’t the best I’d ever had. The fucking sweet irony of that is that it actually was the best I’d ever had and probably will ever fucking have for as long as I live. I mean she fucking made us dinner, gave me foot rubs, actually studied sex books and shit and would just whip out new positions and techniques every other week. And she didn’t do all of that shit because she was into that shit, she did it because she was into me and she knew I liked that shit. It doesn’t get better than that.

But I had been thinking about Heather a lot. It was probably a month or two after we saw each other by Dallas Hall and had our conversation and I wanted to call her but never did. I thought it would be a bad move. I thought if there was some chance to rekindle things, me making the first move would seem weak and it would turn her off immediately. So there it was—a call from Heather. I had no idea what she wanted, obviously, but no matter what it was, the call was another chance to talk to her.

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