issue they had with Debra was her lack of…um hair down there. I had to explain a Brazilian wax to them. They still don’t get it.”
A whole five minutes later, after they’d regained their composure, Grace asked, “Why does she do it? Chase after the team?”
Summer shrugged. “She’s a groupie. I’ve heard from some of the other team wives that Debra has a team roster poster hanging on her bedroom wall, and her goal is to sleep with everyone in the picture. Sounds really stupid…and gross to me.”
“I don’t get it. Why would she want to sleep with the whole team?” Grace wasn’t the most ambitious person, but this just seemed useless.
“Don’t know.” Summer took another sip from her water bottle. “I guess she’s really into football. As far as I know, she doesn’t have any affiliation with the team other than her desire to sleep with all of them. I think she has her own money or something because if she works, I’ve never heard of it.”
They looked at Sweet Louise for confirmation of Debra’s monetary status. “Don’t look at me. All I know about her is that she tried to sleep with my son, and her lady parts are hairless. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for my son having a sex life, just not with that disease ridden skank.”
Grace had never known someone whose life goal was to sleep with an entire NFL team. Had Chord slept with her? It wasn’t any of Grace’s business, but she wanted to know…badly.
“Grace, we need your help!” HW ran into the kitchen. His eyes were huge and scared. Cart was right behind him, and he wouldn’t make eye contact.
“What happened?” Grace stood and took HW’s hand.
“Cart kinda took the washing machine apart. He put it back together, but there’s some extra pieces, and now it makes a grinding noise and water shoots out the bottom.”
“Oh crap.” Sweet Louise jumped up and headed for the garage door. “I’ll go home and get the wet-dry vac.”
Summer used the table to hoist herself up. “I’ll round up the guys to help with clean up.”
“Thanks.” Grace called over her shoulder as the boys led her out of the kitchen and down a hallway to the other side of the house.
“I don’t understand. The laundry room is right off the kitchen. I didn’t see you in there.” Grace looked at Cart. “Why are we going outside?”
“The pool house laundry machine.” HW opened the back door. “Promise not to be mad?”
Cart slipped his hand in hers. His blue eyes were bottomless pools of regret.
“Nope.” Grace followed him through the open door. “What are you not telling me?”
“Well, the water started gushing a while ago. We thought we could fix it.” HW sounded honestly scared. “It’s kind of a lot of water.”
Grace’s walk turned into a flat-out run. “How much water?”
The boys ran after her. “Some of the furniture is floating.”
“Oh my God.” Grace opened the door to the pool house and an inch of water rushed out covering her feet. Inside, the coffee table was floating. So much for her new home. Quickly, she rolled up the bottoms of her jeans. “We’ll discuss this later, but for now, go find Summer and see who she’s rounded up to help. We need to get the furniture out before it’s ruined.”
“We’re really sorry.” Huge tears rolled down HW’s face.
She ruffled his hair and then gave him a quick hug. “I know. It’s okay. I’m not mad, right now, we need to save what we can. So go.” She pointed to the house. “Round up as many people as you can, but don’t bother your father. He’s sleeping.”
“No, he’s not.” Chord’s voice boomed behind her. “I’m feeling better.”
He was. His color was back.
“Boys, go get us some help.” He turned back to Grace. “Let’s save what we can.”
Grace picked up a kitchen chair from the bistro set by the door. With one hand, Chord took the table, and with the other hand, he snatched up the chair.
“They didn’t do it on purpose.” Grace
A whole five minutes later, after they’d regained their composure, Grace asked, “Why does she do it? Chase after the team?”
Summer shrugged. “She’s a groupie. I’ve heard from some of the other team wives that Debra has a team roster poster hanging on her bedroom wall, and her goal is to sleep with everyone in the picture. Sounds really stupid…and gross to me.”
“I don’t get it. Why would she want to sleep with the whole team?” Grace wasn’t the most ambitious person, but this just seemed useless.
“Don’t know.” Summer took another sip from her water bottle. “I guess she’s really into football. As far as I know, she doesn’t have any affiliation with the team other than her desire to sleep with all of them. I think she has her own money or something because if she works, I’ve never heard of it.”
They looked at Sweet Louise for confirmation of Debra’s monetary status. “Don’t look at me. All I know about her is that she tried to sleep with my son, and her lady parts are hairless. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for my son having a sex life, just not with that disease ridden skank.”
Grace had never known someone whose life goal was to sleep with an entire NFL team. Had Chord slept with her? It wasn’t any of Grace’s business, but she wanted to know…badly.
“Grace, we need your help!” HW ran into the kitchen. His eyes were huge and scared. Cart was right behind him, and he wouldn’t make eye contact.
“What happened?” Grace stood and took HW’s hand.
“Cart kinda took the washing machine apart. He put it back together, but there’s some extra pieces, and now it makes a grinding noise and water shoots out the bottom.”
“Oh crap.” Sweet Louise jumped up and headed for the garage door. “I’ll go home and get the wet-dry vac.”
Summer used the table to hoist herself up. “I’ll round up the guys to help with clean up.”
“Thanks.” Grace called over her shoulder as the boys led her out of the kitchen and down a hallway to the other side of the house.
“I don’t understand. The laundry room is right off the kitchen. I didn’t see you in there.” Grace looked at Cart. “Why are we going outside?”
“The pool house laundry machine.” HW opened the back door. “Promise not to be mad?”
Cart slipped his hand in hers. His blue eyes were bottomless pools of regret.
“Nope.” Grace followed him through the open door. “What are you not telling me?”
“Well, the water started gushing a while ago. We thought we could fix it.” HW sounded honestly scared. “It’s kind of a lot of water.”
Grace’s walk turned into a flat-out run. “How much water?”
The boys ran after her. “Some of the furniture is floating.”
“Oh my God.” Grace opened the door to the pool house and an inch of water rushed out covering her feet. Inside, the coffee table was floating. So much for her new home. Quickly, she rolled up the bottoms of her jeans. “We’ll discuss this later, but for now, go find Summer and see who she’s rounded up to help. We need to get the furniture out before it’s ruined.”
“We’re really sorry.” Huge tears rolled down HW’s face.
She ruffled his hair and then gave him a quick hug. “I know. It’s okay. I’m not mad, right now, we need to save what we can. So go.” She pointed to the house. “Round up as many people as you can, but don’t bother your father. He’s sleeping.”
“No, he’s not.” Chord’s voice boomed behind her. “I’m feeling better.”
He was. His color was back.
“Boys, go get us some help.” He turned back to Grace. “Let’s save what we can.”
Grace picked up a kitchen chair from the bistro set by the door. With one hand, Chord took the table, and with the other hand, he snatched up the chair.
“They didn’t do it on purpose.” Grace
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