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“You tell me,” he said just as calm.
“I’ll tell you alright. It sounds like your little girlfriend was away. And so to pass the time you took up with me until she returns. What was your plan, Charles, seduce me this weekend and then dump me in time to make the 7:00 plane?”
Charles looked up as if looking for an answer from the heavens.
That’s right buddy, make it a good one, I said to myself.
Charles looked at me with hurt filled eyes. “Is that what you think?” he said. “Even after last night?”
I hesitated. “What else am I to think?” I said, not as sure as I was a moment ago.
Charles got up from the couch. Walked over to the house phone and dialed a number while on speaker.
The voice that had just left a message picked up. “Hey babe!” she said.
“Hey, sis, it’s your little bro,” Charles said into the speaker, but looking directly at me.
What? His sister?
“What’s this message you left about me being late?”
“You know how you are, Charles, you get involved in one of your little projects and leave me on the tarmac.”
“I wouldn’t do that to my big sis.”
“Yeah, right. Listen be on time. I’m tired of traveling. I want to get back to my loft and to my own bed. These months in Japan have left me worn out. Mom and Dad still do not know that I’m coming in, right?”
“Yes, it’s still a surprise. It was a good idea to stay in L.A. for a few days to get a little rest.”
“Yeah, but Aunt Judy is driving me crazy! She’s convinced I’ve only been eating fish and seaweed while away. She’s trying to fatten me up!”
“I’ll let you run by the side of the car so you can work it off.”
“Very funny!” He continued, “Did you get to see Daniel while you were there?”
“Yes, he’s still a kick ass attorney,” she laughed.
“Yea, it runs in the family,” Charles laughed.
“True, true,” she replied.
“OK. I’ll see you tonight. Seven sharp!”
“I’ll be there when you get off the plane…I promise.”
“You better be. Love you, Charlie.”
“Love you, too, Caroline.”
Charles disconnected the line and looked at me.
Where the hell was that hole in the floor I keep looking for?
“I don’t know what to say,” I said quietly.
“Contrary to popular belief,” he said sarcastically.
He walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat on the opposite end.
“I’m sorry, Charles. I was wrong.”
“Yes, you were,” he said.
There was an uneasy silence in the room.
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
More silence.
“What you should have done,” Charles begun, “was ask me who Caroline was. I would have gladly told you she’s my sister, who has spent the last six months traveling throughout Asia on a special project for her firm. She is now in the states, in California, and flying home tonight. The surprise she has for me is probably something jazz related. I love jazz and I have a bit of a collection.”
“How much do you love jazz?” I asked.
“Enough. I play the trumpet so….”
“Wait. You play the trumpet?” I interrupted.
“Yes, but you’re missing the point,” he said getting back on topic. “You shouldn’t have flown off the handle like that. I told you before; I don’t play those kinds of games. There’s no woman in my life. I told you that as well. I also told you that I don’t make a habit of inviting women to my home, other than family. So this weekend was special to me. I thought you understood that. I thought we
“You tell me,” he said just as calm.
“I’ll tell you alright. It sounds like your little girlfriend was away. And so to pass the time you took up with me until she returns. What was your plan, Charles, seduce me this weekend and then dump me in time to make the 7:00 plane?”
Charles looked up as if looking for an answer from the heavens.
That’s right buddy, make it a good one, I said to myself.
Charles looked at me with hurt filled eyes. “Is that what you think?” he said. “Even after last night?”
I hesitated. “What else am I to think?” I said, not as sure as I was a moment ago.
Charles got up from the couch. Walked over to the house phone and dialed a number while on speaker.
The voice that had just left a message picked up. “Hey babe!” she said.
“Hey, sis, it’s your little bro,” Charles said into the speaker, but looking directly at me.
What? His sister?
“What’s this message you left about me being late?”
“You know how you are, Charles, you get involved in one of your little projects and leave me on the tarmac.”
“I wouldn’t do that to my big sis.”
“Yeah, right. Listen be on time. I’m tired of traveling. I want to get back to my loft and to my own bed. These months in Japan have left me worn out. Mom and Dad still do not know that I’m coming in, right?”
“Yes, it’s still a surprise. It was a good idea to stay in L.A. for a few days to get a little rest.”
“Yeah, but Aunt Judy is driving me crazy! She’s convinced I’ve only been eating fish and seaweed while away. She’s trying to fatten me up!”
“I’ll let you run by the side of the car so you can work it off.”
“Very funny!” He continued, “Did you get to see Daniel while you were there?”
“Yes, he’s still a kick ass attorney,” she laughed.
“Yea, it runs in the family,” Charles laughed.
“True, true,” she replied.
“OK. I’ll see you tonight. Seven sharp!”
“I’ll be there when you get off the plane…I promise.”
“You better be. Love you, Charlie.”
“Love you, too, Caroline.”
Charles disconnected the line and looked at me.
Where the hell was that hole in the floor I keep looking for?
“I don’t know what to say,” I said quietly.
“Contrary to popular belief,” he said sarcastically.
He walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat on the opposite end.
“I’m sorry, Charles. I was wrong.”
“Yes, you were,” he said.
There was an uneasy silence in the room.
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
More silence.
“What you should have done,” Charles begun, “was ask me who Caroline was. I would have gladly told you she’s my sister, who has spent the last six months traveling throughout Asia on a special project for her firm. She is now in the states, in California, and flying home tonight. The surprise she has for me is probably something jazz related. I love jazz and I have a bit of a collection.”
“How much do you love jazz?” I asked.
“Enough. I play the trumpet so….”
“Wait. You play the trumpet?” I interrupted.
“Yes, but you’re missing the point,” he said getting back on topic. “You shouldn’t have flown off the handle like that. I told you before; I don’t play those kinds of games. There’s no woman in my life. I told you that as well. I also told you that I don’t make a habit of inviting women to my home, other than family. So this weekend was special to me. I thought you understood that. I thought we
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