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Authors: Bria Marche
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carpenter, the ringleader if you will. He’s the guy that’s buying Josh’s house. I told all of you about him on Saturday.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it was him . You’ll understand when I explain later. I guess we should sit with them and act like the gracious hostesses we are,” Tina said, still giggling.
“Yeah, there’s only one gracious hostess here, and it sure as hell isn’t you. You’re really a wing nut today.”
***
“So, who exactly are you?” Dan asked while trying to keep as far away from Tina as possible. He sat nearest the fireplace at the oversized dining-room table, five seats away from Sasha’s klutzy guest.
“I’m one of Sasha’s dearest friends, and who are you?” she asked smugly, cocking her head to the right.
“Obviously, I’m one of the construction guys. The name is Dan Mason, and to my left”—he pointed—“are Jeff Jackson and Bill Taylor.”
“Sasha said you’re the guy who’s buying Josh’s house. Where are you from?” Tina took a bite of the cobbler, licked her lips, and smiled.
Dan stared at her as if she were an alien, trying to figure her out but not really knowing if he cared enough to bother. “This is great cobbler and coffee, Sasha. Appreciate it. I’m from Croton-on-Hudson originally. Been gone for a while,” he said between mouthfuls of food.
“Where were you?” Tina persisted.
This chick is like a friggin’ mosquito that won’t leave me alone , he thought as he sized her up. “In Albany for eight years, running my business. Have we met? You seem…”
“What… familiar? I get that a lot. More coffee anyone?”
Dan shook his head, a little annoyed and somewhat frustrated by this odd woman. “Okay, guys, we’ve got work to do. Thanks—it was great, Sasha.”
***
Tina watched out the large leaded-glass bay window as the men retreated around the house. She laughed when she saw Dan trying to button his coat, which had taken on a stiff, hardened texture like rock candy.
Sasha walked up behind Tina, snuggling Kismet in her arms, and watched through the glass with her. “Damn hot, right? So what’s your deal with him? Do you know Dan?”
“Not exactly.” Tina turned and went back to the dining room for one more helping of cobbler.
“Well then, how exactly, Miss Piggy?”
“He’s the guy that ran into me a few days ago. Evidently, you and I were talking about the same person Saturday night, and we didn’t even know it.”
“That’s damn funny. Why didn’t he recognize you, then?”
“He was busy texting on his cell phone when he bumped into me. I don’t think he even looked up when he made his lame-ass apology. You know it’s fate or kismet.” Tina chuckled and scratched little Kismet behind the ears.
“Maybe you should reintroduce yourself in a nicer manner and actually get to know him. Dan’s a pretty cool guy.”
“Or not. I don’t need a guy in my life—too much drama. Look at all the shit you guys have been through.”
“True, but sometimes I think we create our own shit. We all came out on the other side just fine. Sometimes we need a guy to blame everything on, or at least we think so. I like Dan, not to mention he’s smokin’ hot, sizzle… sizzle… like delicious bacon.” Sasha laughed as she jabbed her finger in Tina’s side. “Want a jar of apple butter to take home?”
“Abso-friggin’-lutely.” Tina looked at the clock and saw that it was close to noon. “I’m out of here. Talk to you soon, sister.” She gave Sasha an air kiss, scooped up her jar of apple butter, and traipsed through the soggy front yard to her car. She gunned the engine, spun around in the street, and headed straight for Vic’s house.
“Get this,” she said as she marched through the front door without as much as a hello. “The new boy toy in town that’s building Sasha’s deck is none other than the dipshit that knocked the Cokes down my shirt. Do you have any idea how cold it is to have a dozen ice cubes
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it was him . You’ll understand when I explain later. I guess we should sit with them and act like the gracious hostesses we are,” Tina said, still giggling.
“Yeah, there’s only one gracious hostess here, and it sure as hell isn’t you. You’re really a wing nut today.”
***
“So, who exactly are you?” Dan asked while trying to keep as far away from Tina as possible. He sat nearest the fireplace at the oversized dining-room table, five seats away from Sasha’s klutzy guest.
“I’m one of Sasha’s dearest friends, and who are you?” she asked smugly, cocking her head to the right.
“Obviously, I’m one of the construction guys. The name is Dan Mason, and to my left”—he pointed—“are Jeff Jackson and Bill Taylor.”
“Sasha said you’re the guy who’s buying Josh’s house. Where are you from?” Tina took a bite of the cobbler, licked her lips, and smiled.
Dan stared at her as if she were an alien, trying to figure her out but not really knowing if he cared enough to bother. “This is great cobbler and coffee, Sasha. Appreciate it. I’m from Croton-on-Hudson originally. Been gone for a while,” he said between mouthfuls of food.
“Where were you?” Tina persisted.
This chick is like a friggin’ mosquito that won’t leave me alone , he thought as he sized her up. “In Albany for eight years, running my business. Have we met? You seem…”
“What… familiar? I get that a lot. More coffee anyone?”
Dan shook his head, a little annoyed and somewhat frustrated by this odd woman. “Okay, guys, we’ve got work to do. Thanks—it was great, Sasha.”
***
Tina watched out the large leaded-glass bay window as the men retreated around the house. She laughed when she saw Dan trying to button his coat, which had taken on a stiff, hardened texture like rock candy.
Sasha walked up behind Tina, snuggling Kismet in her arms, and watched through the glass with her. “Damn hot, right? So what’s your deal with him? Do you know Dan?”
“Not exactly.” Tina turned and went back to the dining room for one more helping of cobbler.
“Well then, how exactly, Miss Piggy?”
“He’s the guy that ran into me a few days ago. Evidently, you and I were talking about the same person Saturday night, and we didn’t even know it.”
“That’s damn funny. Why didn’t he recognize you, then?”
“He was busy texting on his cell phone when he bumped into me. I don’t think he even looked up when he made his lame-ass apology. You know it’s fate or kismet.” Tina chuckled and scratched little Kismet behind the ears.
“Maybe you should reintroduce yourself in a nicer manner and actually get to know him. Dan’s a pretty cool guy.”
“Or not. I don’t need a guy in my life—too much drama. Look at all the shit you guys have been through.”
“True, but sometimes I think we create our own shit. We all came out on the other side just fine. Sometimes we need a guy to blame everything on, or at least we think so. I like Dan, not to mention he’s smokin’ hot, sizzle… sizzle… like delicious bacon.” Sasha laughed as she jabbed her finger in Tina’s side. “Want a jar of apple butter to take home?”
“Abso-friggin’-lutely.” Tina looked at the clock and saw that it was close to noon. “I’m out of here. Talk to you soon, sister.” She gave Sasha an air kiss, scooped up her jar of apple butter, and traipsed through the soggy front yard to her car. She gunned the engine, spun around in the street, and headed straight for Vic’s house.
“Get this,” she said as she marched through the front door without as much as a hello. “The new boy toy in town that’s building Sasha’s deck is none other than the dipshit that knocked the Cokes down my shirt. Do you have any idea how cold it is to have a dozen ice cubes
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