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by telling the trollop that he owns the house. Then I may hear him tell one of them that they need to be ever so quiet, because there may be spies listening in on their conversations. I listen to him go on and on about how he’s a spy for the C.I.A, or part of some undercover operation for Homeland Security. It’s comical, really, bordering on ridiculous, no wait… let me re-phrase that, it is ridiculous. Girls are so gullible.
    I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in a long time. My meds are helping, which is a good sign. I love sitting out on this dock watching the soft ripple of the water on the bay. Early mornings here are my favorite. I’m not a sleeper, so I’m always out here with my coffee by six. Insomnia has its pros and cons, you see. You don’t sleep much, but at least you don’t waste your day in bed, and you get a few extra hours to be productive.
    The applications I’m filling out for positions in the school district I student taught at ask for a lot of information, and the teachers and mentors at the school gave me glowing recommendations. I’d be thrilled with just a substitute position right now.
    I’m beginning to type away entering all the info the schools are asking for, when I hear footsteps behind me on the dock. I turn around and find Cruz standing there. He has a fisherman’s hat on with things hanging off of it, a fishing pole and a tackle box.
    A smile as large as life is displayed on his tanned face. There goes my peace and quiet, right out the door.
    Stretching his arms over his head, he addresses me, “Good morning, Turnip. Ahh, what a day.” He makes himself comfortable on the dock, placing his items on a towel he has spread out. He hooks his line, pulling out a worm for bait, and I cringe.
    “That’s really disgusting to look at this early in the morning. Speaking of such, why are you up?”
    He casts his line and dangles his feet off the dock into the water.
    “I just got home from my shift and I thought I’d do a little fishing before my nap. What brings you out here?”
    I take a long sip of my heavenly Starbucks and go back to typing, ignoring his question. It’s really none of his business what I’m doing.
    “Well, okay then, be rude why don’t you.”
    What happened to us ignoring each other? We did come to some kind of agreement or did he forget.
    I speak to him while reading all the fine print of the applications, “I’m not being rude, I’m just… well I’m busy. That’s all.” My tone drips of annoyance.
    This mumbo jumbo I’m looking at can be quite confusing, so I really need to take my time and concentrate on the task at hand.
    “Fine, I don’t want to know anyway. It’s probably something smart, like an I.Q. test.”
    “None of the above.”
    “Fine,” he snaps.
    “Fine,” I snap back.
    Silence sets in as I go back to the tedious job I was just performing. I sit. He sits. The sound of seagulls and my fingers tapping the keys are the only sounds heard.
    “Would you mind? You are scaring the fish.”
    I roll my eyes. He can’t see me, but I do it anyway and continue, this time I pound them just a little harder.
    “I don’t mind at all.” I smile to myself, pleased with my comeback.
    One down, two more to go. I somewhat have the hang of it, all the information I type in is the same, so I copy, paste and repeat.
    Then I hear whistling. Annoying whistling. His whistling. It continues, high notes then low ones. The tone is obnoxious and infuriating, and as it continues, I no longer have a grasp on my concentration. I slam the lid to my laptop shut with fierceness.
    I turn towards him against my better judgment, and his back is to mine.
    “Would you mind? What I am doing requires extreme meticulousness, so I would rather you go whistle your tune somewhere else.”
    Cruz rotates his head over one shoulder slowly to me.
    “Was that English? What the hell are you talking about?”
    This man infuriates me. So I stand, laptop tucked under my arm