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moment. I’m doing.”
“This wasn’t a course on how to train up someone to take over your position to move forward,” Bobcat explained. “It’s more about two friends looking after the well being of friend number three.”
Marcus smiled, “You know I’ve been with you guys for a while, and I still have problems getting used to you two.”
“That’s because we are an acquired taste,” William chuckled, “One my mom used to say should be washed out with soap.”
“Yeah, you remember that one weekend we were supposed to show up for dinner on Saturday?” Bobcat asked while William grinned.
“I don’t,” Marcus interrupted.
“Well, it started like this,” Bobcat leaned back in his chair, “Sir can’t-hold-his-liquor here.”
William jumped in, “Hey, that was early in my drinking career.”
“A career you never did very well in, either,” Bobcat told him, “Lest you make me talk about the great bar fiasco in ’02?”
“Um, no.” William responded quickly, “and the less you mention ’02, the better.”
Marcus was slightly surprised to notice red on Williams' cheeks. He decided he would need to follow that little tidbit at another time.
“Alright then,” Bobcat continued, “See, William here invited me over to his parent's house for a Saturday afternoon lunch. We were supposed to show up about two in the afternoon. Seeing how his mom knew that William liked to sleep.” Bobcat looked down on the floor to his left as he spoke and grunted before sitting forward in this chair and grabbing something.
A second later, he pulled a cold six pack, ice still on the sides and plopped it on the table. William turned to the chair next to him and grabbed something in it. He lifted a blue towel and Bobcat lifted up the six-pack and sat them on the towel William had placed on the table.
“Don’t want to get water rings on Bethany Anne’s new meeting table,” William said.
“Word.” Bobcat agreed. He pulled a beer off of the six pack and handed one to Marcus, who took it. Marcus was surprised to see Bobcat pull another and give it to William. He hadn’t noticed William drinking very often while up here.
“So,” Bobcat continued after everyone popped their beers open, “We show up. Now, we think we are pretty damned good because we get there at one forty-five in the afternoon. The problem was, William starts looking around the yard as we park and muttering about there not being enough cars. So, we step out, and his Mom opens the screen door with a big wooden spoon in her hand. She calls William here by his full Christian name, and I hear him say ‘oh, we are fucked’ and he starts backtracking very slowly to get into the car.”
Marcus noticed William put his head in his hand like he didn’t want to witness the completion of the story.
“I’m there looking between this huge black man and this relatively tiny black woman with what looked like a foot long wooden spoon.”
“She uses it for stew,” William added.
“Yes, the stew is amazing, but that isn’t part of this story.” Bobcat said, “So, I’m watching, and she tells him to stop and damned if this two hundred and fifty-pound warhorse doesn’t stop right in his tracks. He starts with ‘Momma, what's wrong? We are early!’” Bobcat started laughing. “She comes at him and starts using that spoon like a whip and beating William with it ‘crack! crack!’ Pretty soon, he’s hopping around trying to dodge this tiny lady and her spoon of pain. I’m laughing my ass off as she begins to tell us the problem is it’s Sunday, not Saturday!” Bobcat continued chuckling as Marcus started to understand where the story was going, “We got so blitzed on Friday night that when we came in oh-dark-thirty Saturday, we slept for twenty-four fucking hours and got up for the three hour trip on Sunday morning.”
“Yeah, you thought that shit was funny
“This wasn’t a course on how to train up someone to take over your position to move forward,” Bobcat explained. “It’s more about two friends looking after the well being of friend number three.”
Marcus smiled, “You know I’ve been with you guys for a while, and I still have problems getting used to you two.”
“That’s because we are an acquired taste,” William chuckled, “One my mom used to say should be washed out with soap.”
“Yeah, you remember that one weekend we were supposed to show up for dinner on Saturday?” Bobcat asked while William grinned.
“I don’t,” Marcus interrupted.
“Well, it started like this,” Bobcat leaned back in his chair, “Sir can’t-hold-his-liquor here.”
William jumped in, “Hey, that was early in my drinking career.”
“A career you never did very well in, either,” Bobcat told him, “Lest you make me talk about the great bar fiasco in ’02?”
“Um, no.” William responded quickly, “and the less you mention ’02, the better.”
Marcus was slightly surprised to notice red on Williams' cheeks. He decided he would need to follow that little tidbit at another time.
“Alright then,” Bobcat continued, “See, William here invited me over to his parent's house for a Saturday afternoon lunch. We were supposed to show up about two in the afternoon. Seeing how his mom knew that William liked to sleep.” Bobcat looked down on the floor to his left as he spoke and grunted before sitting forward in this chair and grabbing something.
A second later, he pulled a cold six pack, ice still on the sides and plopped it on the table. William turned to the chair next to him and grabbed something in it. He lifted a blue towel and Bobcat lifted up the six-pack and sat them on the towel William had placed on the table.
“Don’t want to get water rings on Bethany Anne’s new meeting table,” William said.
“Word.” Bobcat agreed. He pulled a beer off of the six pack and handed one to Marcus, who took it. Marcus was surprised to see Bobcat pull another and give it to William. He hadn’t noticed William drinking very often while up here.
“So,” Bobcat continued after everyone popped their beers open, “We show up. Now, we think we are pretty damned good because we get there at one forty-five in the afternoon. The problem was, William starts looking around the yard as we park and muttering about there not being enough cars. So, we step out, and his Mom opens the screen door with a big wooden spoon in her hand. She calls William here by his full Christian name, and I hear him say ‘oh, we are fucked’ and he starts backtracking very slowly to get into the car.”
Marcus noticed William put his head in his hand like he didn’t want to witness the completion of the story.
“I’m there looking between this huge black man and this relatively tiny black woman with what looked like a foot long wooden spoon.”
“She uses it for stew,” William added.
“Yes, the stew is amazing, but that isn’t part of this story.” Bobcat said, “So, I’m watching, and she tells him to stop and damned if this two hundred and fifty-pound warhorse doesn’t stop right in his tracks. He starts with ‘Momma, what's wrong? We are early!’” Bobcat started laughing. “She comes at him and starts using that spoon like a whip and beating William with it ‘crack! crack!’ Pretty soon, he’s hopping around trying to dodge this tiny lady and her spoon of pain. I’m laughing my ass off as she begins to tell us the problem is it’s Sunday, not Saturday!” Bobcat continued chuckling as Marcus started to understand where the story was going, “We got so blitzed on Friday night that when we came in oh-dark-thirty Saturday, we slept for twenty-four fucking hours and got up for the three hour trip on Sunday morning.”
“Yeah, you thought that shit was funny
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