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comforting. Not to mention that it would match the black light fixtures in the kitchen perfectly.
And I know that red is Riley’s favorite color.
“Are you sure, Jess?”
I nod.
“Okay, if anyone knows how to make my son happy, it would be you.”
Obviously Riley didn’t mention to his mom how my elbow met Knudsen this morning. That made him REAL happy. Not.
Ms. Callahan is still smiling. I haven’t seen her this happy in such a long time. I wonder if the Mystery Kisser has anything to do with it? I wonder if she’s going to tell Riley and Carla about him? I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep this to myself?
Oh, who am I kidding, I’ll probably tell the person at the McDonald’s drive-thru after I leave here.
Four
Thursday, June 25
I’m proud of myself. I have gone over twenty-four hours without telling anyone about Ms. Callahan’s Mystery Kisser. Granted when I got back to the apartment last night, I shut myself in my room and pretended to be asleep when Carla came in from her ten o’clock news shift to keep myself from spilling the beans. And, you know, I’m not entirely sure but I thought I heard Carla throwing up last night. I hope she isn’t coming down with anything, especially right before her wedding. Not that a little stomach flu would stop her. Hell, the bubonic plague couldn’t keep her from getting married.
What’s even more impressive is that I still haven’t told Riley about his mom’s new beau, or whatever he is. I hate keeping secrets from him, I always have. He usually knows when I’m hiding something from him and has the tendency to pin me down to the floor until I fess up which, I won’t lie, makes me a little excited.
Seriously, I have no idea what’s wrong with me.
Riley hasn’t caught wind that I know something he doesn’t yet and it really needs to stay that way. Mostly because I have no idea how he’s going to react to the news and I really don’t know what to say to make things better. And I’m also pretty sure that I can’t hold him back from beating up the Mystery Kisser.
Not that he would actually get into a fight with anyone. I know what he’s going to do. I can already see the way his face is going to scrunch up as he reaches for his cell phone and calls his mother to perform this decade’s version of the Spanish Inquisition. So, to save Ms. Callahan from that torture, I’m just going to keep my mouth shut. Or try to.
At least shopping with him is mostly keeping my mind off the Mystery Kisser.
It just makes me want to kill Riley.
Riley holds up a set of ‘his and her’ bath towels and looks at me. I shake my head and wave the piece of paper in my hand.
“Do we really have to keep to the rules, Reynolds?” He asks, throwing the towels back on the shelf.
“These rules are the only thing keeping us from killing each other.” I remind him as I go to fold up the towels he just threw on the shelf.
Before we left on this Shopping Day from Hell, Riley and I sat down and made a list of ground rules to keep us on track and hopefully cut down on our arguing. It hasn’t gone over so well.
Rules for Shopping for a Gift for Carla and Evan’s Wedding
1. No more than 50 bucks.
“Riley, she is your baby sister and my best friend. Don’t be so cheap.”
1. No more than 50 bucks. Price is not a problem.
“The hell it isn’t a problem, Reynolds. I’ve got bills to pay.”
2. Has to be something we both agree on. And no playing rock, paper, scissors over what gift is chosen.
“Are you just jealous
And I know that red is Riley’s favorite color.
“Are you sure, Jess?”
I nod.
“Okay, if anyone knows how to make my son happy, it would be you.”
Obviously Riley didn’t mention to his mom how my elbow met Knudsen this morning. That made him REAL happy. Not.
Ms. Callahan is still smiling. I haven’t seen her this happy in such a long time. I wonder if the Mystery Kisser has anything to do with it? I wonder if she’s going to tell Riley and Carla about him? I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep this to myself?
Oh, who am I kidding, I’ll probably tell the person at the McDonald’s drive-thru after I leave here.
Four
Thursday, June 25
I’m proud of myself. I have gone over twenty-four hours without telling anyone about Ms. Callahan’s Mystery Kisser. Granted when I got back to the apartment last night, I shut myself in my room and pretended to be asleep when Carla came in from her ten o’clock news shift to keep myself from spilling the beans. And, you know, I’m not entirely sure but I thought I heard Carla throwing up last night. I hope she isn’t coming down with anything, especially right before her wedding. Not that a little stomach flu would stop her. Hell, the bubonic plague couldn’t keep her from getting married.
What’s even more impressive is that I still haven’t told Riley about his mom’s new beau, or whatever he is. I hate keeping secrets from him, I always have. He usually knows when I’m hiding something from him and has the tendency to pin me down to the floor until I fess up which, I won’t lie, makes me a little excited.
Seriously, I have no idea what’s wrong with me.
Riley hasn’t caught wind that I know something he doesn’t yet and it really needs to stay that way. Mostly because I have no idea how he’s going to react to the news and I really don’t know what to say to make things better. And I’m also pretty sure that I can’t hold him back from beating up the Mystery Kisser.
Not that he would actually get into a fight with anyone. I know what he’s going to do. I can already see the way his face is going to scrunch up as he reaches for his cell phone and calls his mother to perform this decade’s version of the Spanish Inquisition. So, to save Ms. Callahan from that torture, I’m just going to keep my mouth shut. Or try to.
At least shopping with him is mostly keeping my mind off the Mystery Kisser.
It just makes me want to kill Riley.
Riley holds up a set of ‘his and her’ bath towels and looks at me. I shake my head and wave the piece of paper in my hand.
“Do we really have to keep to the rules, Reynolds?” He asks, throwing the towels back on the shelf.
“These rules are the only thing keeping us from killing each other.” I remind him as I go to fold up the towels he just threw on the shelf.
Before we left on this Shopping Day from Hell, Riley and I sat down and made a list of ground rules to keep us on track and hopefully cut down on our arguing. It hasn’t gone over so well.
Rules for Shopping for a Gift for Carla and Evan’s Wedding
1. No more than 50 bucks.
“Riley, she is your baby sister and my best friend. Don’t be so cheap.”
1. No more than 50 bucks. Price is not a problem.
“The hell it isn’t a problem, Reynolds. I’ve got bills to pay.”
2. Has to be something we both agree on. And no playing rock, paper, scissors over what gift is chosen.
“Are you just jealous
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