expressions of love.
“It was the smoothest ride that I could hope for. The only thing thatwould have made it better would have been Denise Stewart in the passenger seat instead of this rock-headed Larry.”
“Hmm, maybe next time,” she told me.
“And how did
your
day go?” I asked her.
“It was very trying as usual. The roses made it a little better though.”
“Well, you know there’s plenty more where those came from.”
“I would hope so. I would hope that there was a whole package of sweet, chocolate muscles where they came from, too.”
I broke up laughing. I loved it when Denise talked that talk. “It’s more chocolate where those roses came from than you could ever hope for,” I responded.
She chuckled. “I hope this doesn’t turn into one of those nasty all-nighters. I have to get up early and take care of my usual business. Call me back with part two tomorrow. TGIF.”
“No problem, baby. No problem at all. It’ll be the same time and same place, after the crickets start creepin’. I wouldn’t want Larry to hear our conversation anyway. He’s too young to hear it.”
Denise laughed again and said, “Okay. I’ll look forward to the call.”
As soon as I hung up the phone, Larry climbed back into the driver’s seat and smiled at me.
“You just finished talking to that
corporate
sister, didn’t you?”
“First of all, the woman’s name is Denise. Denise Stewart. And secondly, it’s none of your damn business who I was talking to.”
Larry grinned. Then he tried to look serious. He said, “Old man, you better climb back inside of that sleeper and get yourself some rest. ’Cause if you keep talking that shit like you talkin’ you gon’
need
every minute of it.”
I said, “You ain’t
that
tough, young blood,” and climbed back into the sleeper.
“Yeah, but I see you did what I
told
you to do,” he responded to me.
I ignored him and got comfortable for the ride. I smiled to myself and hollered, “Wake me up when we get there!”
Larry didn’t know anything of what Denise and I had together. My relationship with her was total peace and tranquillity. What I felt for her was exactly why lovestruck men think of women as mommies, no matter how old they get. She fulfilled all of my needs, from the little boy in my ticklish toes, all the way up to the scattered graying hairs on my aging head.
Another Sunday
don’t know what the problem is with black men and church, but I have to fight every Sunday morning to get these two boys of mine dressed and ready to go. It’s as if the Bible was only talking about Eve in Genesis, and there was no Adam. The funny thing is, the Muslim brothers don’t seem to have that problem at all. You see hundreds of brothers attending Louis Farrakhan’s mosque on the South Side.
“I can’t find my socks!” Walter hollered from his room.
Every Sunday it was the same thing, either his socks, his tie, his suit jacket, or his dress pants were missing. I guess he thought he could actually get out of going to church by deliberately misplacing his things, but I had news for him.
I pulled out a pair of brand-new dress socks I bought just for the occasion. I had a few extra ties in my closet just in case he misplaced them, too. I was planning on buying a couple of extra suits for him and keeping them in my closet as well.
“Wear these,” I told him, tossing the socks on his unmade bed.
Jimmy walked by and laughed. He was dressed and ready to go, with his hair brushed, and he was smelling like cologne. I turned and stared at him as he headed through the hallway toward the stairs.
“Ah, Jimmy, is something going on at church that I don’t know about today?” I asked him.
Walter started to laugh. “He thinks this girl likes him,” he said, dropping a dime.
Jimmy looked shocked for a minute, then he just shook his head and went on about his business. I immediately thought again about having that conversation concerning sex,
“It was the smoothest ride that I could hope for. The only thing thatwould have made it better would have been Denise Stewart in the passenger seat instead of this rock-headed Larry.”
“Hmm, maybe next time,” she told me.
“And how did
your
day go?” I asked her.
“It was very trying as usual. The roses made it a little better though.”
“Well, you know there’s plenty more where those came from.”
“I would hope so. I would hope that there was a whole package of sweet, chocolate muscles where they came from, too.”
I broke up laughing. I loved it when Denise talked that talk. “It’s more chocolate where those roses came from than you could ever hope for,” I responded.
She chuckled. “I hope this doesn’t turn into one of those nasty all-nighters. I have to get up early and take care of my usual business. Call me back with part two tomorrow. TGIF.”
“No problem, baby. No problem at all. It’ll be the same time and same place, after the crickets start creepin’. I wouldn’t want Larry to hear our conversation anyway. He’s too young to hear it.”
Denise laughed again and said, “Okay. I’ll look forward to the call.”
As soon as I hung up the phone, Larry climbed back into the driver’s seat and smiled at me.
“You just finished talking to that
corporate
sister, didn’t you?”
“First of all, the woman’s name is Denise. Denise Stewart. And secondly, it’s none of your damn business who I was talking to.”
Larry grinned. Then he tried to look serious. He said, “Old man, you better climb back inside of that sleeper and get yourself some rest. ’Cause if you keep talking that shit like you talkin’ you gon’
need
every minute of it.”
I said, “You ain’t
that
tough, young blood,” and climbed back into the sleeper.
“Yeah, but I see you did what I
told
you to do,” he responded to me.
I ignored him and got comfortable for the ride. I smiled to myself and hollered, “Wake me up when we get there!”
Larry didn’t know anything of what Denise and I had together. My relationship with her was total peace and tranquillity. What I felt for her was exactly why lovestruck men think of women as mommies, no matter how old they get. She fulfilled all of my needs, from the little boy in my ticklish toes, all the way up to the scattered graying hairs on my aging head.
Another Sunday
don’t know what the problem is with black men and church, but I have to fight every Sunday morning to get these two boys of mine dressed and ready to go. It’s as if the Bible was only talking about Eve in Genesis, and there was no Adam. The funny thing is, the Muslim brothers don’t seem to have that problem at all. You see hundreds of brothers attending Louis Farrakhan’s mosque on the South Side.
“I can’t find my socks!” Walter hollered from his room.
Every Sunday it was the same thing, either his socks, his tie, his suit jacket, or his dress pants were missing. I guess he thought he could actually get out of going to church by deliberately misplacing his things, but I had news for him.
I pulled out a pair of brand-new dress socks I bought just for the occasion. I had a few extra ties in my closet just in case he misplaced them, too. I was planning on buying a couple of extra suits for him and keeping them in my closet as well.
“Wear these,” I told him, tossing the socks on his unmade bed.
Jimmy walked by and laughed. He was dressed and ready to go, with his hair brushed, and he was smelling like cologne. I turned and stared at him as he headed through the hallway toward the stairs.
“Ah, Jimmy, is something going on at church that I don’t know about today?” I asked him.
Walter started to laugh. “He thinks this girl likes him,” he said, dropping a dime.
Jimmy looked shocked for a minute, then he just shook his head and went on about his business. I immediately thought again about having that conversation concerning sex,
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