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asks.
“It’s fried chick peas,” the girl answers.
“Hmmm, that sounds friggin’ appetizing,” Vito says sarcastically.
“Cool. It would be great to try something different,” I say.
Vito adds, “English class and Falafel...what a terrific day! Yipp-fuckin’-ee!”
“I’m Darla, by the way.” Darla sticks her hand out to shake with Vito.
“Hi,” he says disinterested, shaking her hand. Erin does a dramatic eye-roll, and we file out of the lecture hall towards the Green.
Troy, Erin, and I debate about the lecture on The Odyssey while Darla tries to keep a conversation going with Vito. He just isn’t interested. He throws out one word answers, and continues to play with his phone as he’s walking. Vito has a reputation as a player. This girl is attractive. What’s his problem? She’s a college girl, no less. I think that would be a pretty big score for him.
We sit at a table in the corner big enough to fit all of us. Darla joins us. The waitress comes over, and we all order a falafel wrap with fries except Vito. He orders a chicken sandwich.
I observe my sister, and she is slowly turning back into her old self. Thank God! Antonio is amazing. That talk with her this morning must have really helped.
Troy tells us about some of the crazy things that have happened to him in college. We laugh at his animated stories. Troy could always make me laugh, even Vito chuckles every once in a while.
“Should we bring a sandwich back for Antonio?” I suggest.
“Who’s Antonio?” Darla asks.
“He’s my boyfriend,” I answer, I sense Troy stiffening a little at my reply.
“Not that shit,” Vito says. “Get him something normal.”
“How about ham and cheese?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he says.
The waitress comes over, and I order a to-go sandwich for Antonio. Darla is talking to Vito but now he is flat out ignoring her. He reaches in his wallet, pulls out a hundred dollar bill, and hands it to the waitress.
Darla’s eyes go wide.
“Take it all out of that,” he says.
“Dude,” Troy says. “I can pay for my own lunch.”
Vito puts up a hand. “I know you can. I jus’ wanna get out of here and take a nap.” He scrubs his hands down his face.
“What’s the matter?” Erin asks, cockily. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
“As a matter-of-fact, no, I didn’t,” he replies. “This little redhead I was sleeping next to kept hogging the covers.”
I didn’t miss a beat. Vito was saying he slept in Erin’s room again. WHY?!
I give him a knowing stare, and the waitress puts a brown paper bag and Vito’s change on the table.
“Thank you. Come again.”
“Well. Sleep in your own bed then,” Erin retorts. “I’m going to the ladies Room.”
“What was that about?” Troy asks.
“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Vito says.
“Megan?” Troy asks me.
“She’s been having some bad dreams,” I say.
“So? Why does Vito the bodyguard need to sleep in her bed?” Troy asks vehemently.
“Troy... She sleeps better when someone is with her.”
“Why don’t you sleep with her?” he asks.
“I am not having this conversation with you,” I say. “It’s truly none of your business.” His brother cheated on my sister. I don’t want anything getting back to Connor about Erin’s nightmares. Connor can wonder and wallow in self-pity for all I care.
Darla was listening to this conversation like she was watching a tennis match, back and forth.
“Oh... I get it. So you can screw Antonio!”
Troy’s words slap me in the face. But I don’t get a chance to even come back with a response because Vito’s face is mere inches from Troy’s face.
“Don’t. You. Ever. Make. It. Sound. Like. She’s. A. Whore. Again.” Anger and intensity radiate off Vito. His fists are clamped by his sides. In a very low voice, that would frighten Superman, he finishes, “Erin thrashes and kicks when she sleeps. Antonio doesn’t want Megan to get hurt. Got it asshole?”
“It’s fried chick peas,” the girl answers.
“Hmmm, that sounds friggin’ appetizing,” Vito says sarcastically.
“Cool. It would be great to try something different,” I say.
Vito adds, “English class and Falafel...what a terrific day! Yipp-fuckin’-ee!”
“I’m Darla, by the way.” Darla sticks her hand out to shake with Vito.
“Hi,” he says disinterested, shaking her hand. Erin does a dramatic eye-roll, and we file out of the lecture hall towards the Green.
Troy, Erin, and I debate about the lecture on The Odyssey while Darla tries to keep a conversation going with Vito. He just isn’t interested. He throws out one word answers, and continues to play with his phone as he’s walking. Vito has a reputation as a player. This girl is attractive. What’s his problem? She’s a college girl, no less. I think that would be a pretty big score for him.
We sit at a table in the corner big enough to fit all of us. Darla joins us. The waitress comes over, and we all order a falafel wrap with fries except Vito. He orders a chicken sandwich.
I observe my sister, and she is slowly turning back into her old self. Thank God! Antonio is amazing. That talk with her this morning must have really helped.
Troy tells us about some of the crazy things that have happened to him in college. We laugh at his animated stories. Troy could always make me laugh, even Vito chuckles every once in a while.
“Should we bring a sandwich back for Antonio?” I suggest.
“Who’s Antonio?” Darla asks.
“He’s my boyfriend,” I answer, I sense Troy stiffening a little at my reply.
“Not that shit,” Vito says. “Get him something normal.”
“How about ham and cheese?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he says.
The waitress comes over, and I order a to-go sandwich for Antonio. Darla is talking to Vito but now he is flat out ignoring her. He reaches in his wallet, pulls out a hundred dollar bill, and hands it to the waitress.
Darla’s eyes go wide.
“Take it all out of that,” he says.
“Dude,” Troy says. “I can pay for my own lunch.”
Vito puts up a hand. “I know you can. I jus’ wanna get out of here and take a nap.” He scrubs his hands down his face.
“What’s the matter?” Erin asks, cockily. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
“As a matter-of-fact, no, I didn’t,” he replies. “This little redhead I was sleeping next to kept hogging the covers.”
I didn’t miss a beat. Vito was saying he slept in Erin’s room again. WHY?!
I give him a knowing stare, and the waitress puts a brown paper bag and Vito’s change on the table.
“Thank you. Come again.”
“Well. Sleep in your own bed then,” Erin retorts. “I’m going to the ladies Room.”
“What was that about?” Troy asks.
“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Vito says.
“Megan?” Troy asks me.
“She’s been having some bad dreams,” I say.
“So? Why does Vito the bodyguard need to sleep in her bed?” Troy asks vehemently.
“Troy... She sleeps better when someone is with her.”
“Why don’t you sleep with her?” he asks.
“I am not having this conversation with you,” I say. “It’s truly none of your business.” His brother cheated on my sister. I don’t want anything getting back to Connor about Erin’s nightmares. Connor can wonder and wallow in self-pity for all I care.
Darla was listening to this conversation like she was watching a tennis match, back and forth.
“Oh... I get it. So you can screw Antonio!”
Troy’s words slap me in the face. But I don’t get a chance to even come back with a response because Vito’s face is mere inches from Troy’s face.
“Don’t. You. Ever. Make. It. Sound. Like. She’s. A. Whore. Again.” Anger and intensity radiate off Vito. His fists are clamped by his sides. In a very low voice, that would frighten Superman, he finishes, “Erin thrashes and kicks when she sleeps. Antonio doesn’t want Megan to get hurt. Got it asshole?”
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