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her special Sunday evening meals. I’m talk’n a five course meal.”
“Yeah, that wonderful wife of yours is a terrific cook. I wouldn’t want to miss any of her meals either.”
“Well, I’m certainly going to miss her cooking,” Dwayne said.
“That’s right. Your job is sending you to Atlanta for six weeks. When are you leaving?”
“In the morning. I’m going to train on a new jet engine that’s coming online soon.”
“Yeah, you aviation repair types have to keep those planes in the air.”
“Twenty-four seven, cous.”
“Amazing,” Kurt nodded.
“Hey, how’s the unemployment compensation coming along?”
“It’s keeping me afloat, along with whatever Leslie is able to send me.”
“Good,” Dwayne murmured. “How much time left on it?”
“About three months then my unemployment runs out. Hopefully the house will be sold before then.”
“I hope so,” Dwayne murmured, as he gathered his car keys and cap.
“Well, just give me a call when you get back,” Kurt said.
“Sure thing, cous,” Dwayne said, flashing a toothy smile.
An emotionally exhausted Kurt turned and walked his cousin to the door. The two had been at it for well over an hour. Though he could be intense and thought provoking, at times, he knew Dwayne meant well. There were few family members who could get this deep into his personal business. Dwayne was that rare exception. Besides, it was good to have someone around to talk to and bounce one’s thoughts off of. Emotional baggage the likes he was carrying was not something he wanted to keep to himself.
“Well cous, above all things, remember you’re da man!” Dwayne bellowed as he gave his cousin an impromptu high-five and hug. “Hey, one more thing before I leave. You might consider giving Leslie an ultimatum. And if that doesn’t work you need to get away from her the first chance you get. Believe me, if she really loves you, she’ll find her way back to you. Hell, if she doesn’t…there’s always other fish out in the sea. But seriously, I hope your strategy works. I know you’re serious. And I know you love her. I just hope your get-togethers are more than just a ‘booty-call’ for both of you.”
“Whatever,” Kurt chuckled, shaking his cousin’s head playfully with his large hand.
“By the way. I don’t want to forget your Mega Lotto ticket,” Dwayne said, withdrawing the worn looking ticket from his pocket and handing it over to Kurt. “100 million dollars, baby! The drawing is at the end of the week. You win this and I have no doubt she’ll come running back to you. And break all kinds of speed records doing it.”
Kurt smiled then grew thoughtful. Peering out the door, he waved goodbye to his jovial cousin. Closing the door, he returned to the living room. Walking over to the stereo, he put on a jazz CD and flopped down on the sofa. The man who would dare to believe in love quietly dozed off, his worn lotto ticket hanging loosely in his grip.
A s Yvette had predicted, the loan officer told her that she would need a substantial amount of money up front. At least fifteen grand before she would qualify for the $60,000 small business loan. Undeterred, she smiled and thanked the loan officer for his time. She never mentioned that she had already accumulated and put aside nearly $12,500 in savings to open up her restaurant. It would take her another five months to raise the additional three grand. No big deal, she thought. This was just a fact-finding mission. Patience, she reminded herself. Nothing was going to stop her from going into business.
Driving across town, she parked at one of her favorite restaurants and sat at one of the outdoor tables, the kind with the patio umbrella in the center. In a short while, she took off her sunglasses and glanced over at a vehicle pulling up. It was Juanita. She watched as her trusted friend emerged from her newly purchased SUV wearing a lime colored pantsuit with a notched collar jacket
“Yeah, that wonderful wife of yours is a terrific cook. I wouldn’t want to miss any of her meals either.”
“Well, I’m certainly going to miss her cooking,” Dwayne said.
“That’s right. Your job is sending you to Atlanta for six weeks. When are you leaving?”
“In the morning. I’m going to train on a new jet engine that’s coming online soon.”
“Yeah, you aviation repair types have to keep those planes in the air.”
“Twenty-four seven, cous.”
“Amazing,” Kurt nodded.
“Hey, how’s the unemployment compensation coming along?”
“It’s keeping me afloat, along with whatever Leslie is able to send me.”
“Good,” Dwayne murmured. “How much time left on it?”
“About three months then my unemployment runs out. Hopefully the house will be sold before then.”
“I hope so,” Dwayne murmured, as he gathered his car keys and cap.
“Well, just give me a call when you get back,” Kurt said.
“Sure thing, cous,” Dwayne said, flashing a toothy smile.
An emotionally exhausted Kurt turned and walked his cousin to the door. The two had been at it for well over an hour. Though he could be intense and thought provoking, at times, he knew Dwayne meant well. There were few family members who could get this deep into his personal business. Dwayne was that rare exception. Besides, it was good to have someone around to talk to and bounce one’s thoughts off of. Emotional baggage the likes he was carrying was not something he wanted to keep to himself.
“Well cous, above all things, remember you’re da man!” Dwayne bellowed as he gave his cousin an impromptu high-five and hug. “Hey, one more thing before I leave. You might consider giving Leslie an ultimatum. And if that doesn’t work you need to get away from her the first chance you get. Believe me, if she really loves you, she’ll find her way back to you. Hell, if she doesn’t…there’s always other fish out in the sea. But seriously, I hope your strategy works. I know you’re serious. And I know you love her. I just hope your get-togethers are more than just a ‘booty-call’ for both of you.”
“Whatever,” Kurt chuckled, shaking his cousin’s head playfully with his large hand.
“By the way. I don’t want to forget your Mega Lotto ticket,” Dwayne said, withdrawing the worn looking ticket from his pocket and handing it over to Kurt. “100 million dollars, baby! The drawing is at the end of the week. You win this and I have no doubt she’ll come running back to you. And break all kinds of speed records doing it.”
Kurt smiled then grew thoughtful. Peering out the door, he waved goodbye to his jovial cousin. Closing the door, he returned to the living room. Walking over to the stereo, he put on a jazz CD and flopped down on the sofa. The man who would dare to believe in love quietly dozed off, his worn lotto ticket hanging loosely in his grip.
A s Yvette had predicted, the loan officer told her that she would need a substantial amount of money up front. At least fifteen grand before she would qualify for the $60,000 small business loan. Undeterred, she smiled and thanked the loan officer for his time. She never mentioned that she had already accumulated and put aside nearly $12,500 in savings to open up her restaurant. It would take her another five months to raise the additional three grand. No big deal, she thought. This was just a fact-finding mission. Patience, she reminded herself. Nothing was going to stop her from going into business.
Driving across town, she parked at one of her favorite restaurants and sat at one of the outdoor tables, the kind with the patio umbrella in the center. In a short while, she took off her sunglasses and glanced over at a vehicle pulling up. It was Juanita. She watched as her trusted friend emerged from her newly purchased SUV wearing a lime colored pantsuit with a notched collar jacket
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