Chapter 12
The next morning I was exhausted! I was still a little troubled from the events that happened the day before. I collected myself and went downstairs. For once, my dad was actually cooking!
"Morning, kiddo," he greeted.
"Morning, Dad," I said back, still a little bit tired. I rubbed my eye.
"Still a little upset about what happened yesterday?" he asked.
"Yeah, a bit," I replied.
"Well, don't worry," he said, "because I made breakfast, Ham, bacon, eggs, the works!"
"Thanks, Dad;" I said, "really, but I'm not that hungry yet."
"Well, more for me then!" he replied. He always finds a way to make things cheerful around the house.
I walked outside and sniffed the fresh air. It was nice to have some for a bit. I called to Dad inside to tell him I was heading to Lucky's. He said that it was okay and I started walking down the sidewalk. As I was walking I was thinking about Mom and her heart attack. At least, I think it was my mom. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Lucky's front door.
I knocked three times, loudly.
"Coming!" he called. He opened the door and made a surprised face. I wonder why.
"Oh, Cookie, what're you doing here?" he asked.
"I just came to say 'hi,'" I replied.
"This isn't the best time," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It just isn't," he replied.
"Come on," I pleaded, "what's in there that you don't want me to see?"
Then, I heard a male's voice from inside. It sounded much older, maybe around thirty-five to fifty.
"Who is it, Lucky?" he asked.
"No one," Lucky called back.
"Lucky…are you-"I started to ask.
"No, Cookie, I'm not cheating on you, nor am I gay," he replied.
Then, the man behind the mysterious voice popped up from behind him.
"Hey, who's this, your girlfriend? I'm so proud of you, son!"
"Son!?" I asked Lucky.
"Yes…son," he replied.
"I thought you said-"
"I know, I know. I thought so, too."
Lucky's dad scooted lucky over a bit and extended his hand.
"Hello there, little lady," he said, "name's Slick."
I extended my hand and shook his.
"Man, you're a shy one, aren't you?" Slick asked.
"Well, not really, but-"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I don't hit on girls that my son dates," he said.
"Well, thank you, and-"
"Dad," Lucky interrupted, "I think you need to go sit down."
"Alright, but call me if you need something." Slick said.
"Whatever," Lucky replied. Slick walked back into Lucky's living room to watch sports.
"You're dad doesn't seem bad," I said to Lucky.
"He's just trying to get you to suck up to him. That's how he gets his targets. He says he doesn't date anyone that I date, but every time I see one of my exes either with him, or they keep a picture of him, makes me sick."
"Who knows, maybe he'll be different this time," I said.
"Doubt it," Lucky replied.
"You never know."
We continued chattering, finally off the slick conversation.
Slick was still sitting in the living room watching football when we walked in. He kind of looked like one of those stereotypical fathers on T.V. He had the look: stained wife beater, beer in one hand, and burping out of random. The only thing missing in this picture was Lucky's mom, doing some kind of cleaning chore. He somehow reminded me of Tramp from that Lady and the Tramp movie.
Something finally struck me and I decided to tell Lucky.
"Hey, Lucky," I started to say.
"Yes, my sweet Cookie?" he asked back.
"You know my mom's funeral the day before?"
"How could I forget? Oh, how were, and are, you taking it by the way?" he asked.
"Fine, fine," I replied, "but get this. My dad said to me that that was probably my aunt who died. She was the total Yin of the two of them, but apparently, she would take my mom's place when I was little so that I wouldn't know that she was gone!"
"Your point?" Lucky asked. He wasn't getting this at all; boys.
"My point being, maybe my mom is still alive!"
"But how will you know?" he asked back.
Slick chimed in. "Who are you talking about back there?" he asked.
"My mom's sister!" I called back.
"Don't tell him that!" Lucky whispered to me.
"Why?" I asked him. "He could probably help us!"
"Fine," Lucky replied, "just don't get me involved with this."
"Fine," I said back.
"What's her name?" Slick asked.
"I don't know, but I do know that she's looks exactly like my mom, Lee-Anne Sweet. The only difference would be that she would wear black at night and look like a total whore," I called back.
"Sweet, eh?"
"Her birth name was Johnson."
"Ah, Johnson! Yes, I remember now! Wore a mix of Fro and Mullet?"
"Yes! That's her!" I called.
"Yep, she was great. Best bitch I ever had."
"Dad! We don't need to hear this!" Lucky yelled to him.
"What was her first name?" I asked Slick.
"I can't remember, I had too many partners. But I'm not complaining! And it's not going to stop me anytime soon! Thank God I can't get STD's!" Ironically, you would think that I would hate him, but I kind of thought that Lucky's dad was pretty cool.
"Thanks, Mr. Lucky's dad!" I called back when I started running for the door.
"Call me Slick!" he called back with his eyes glued to the television. A Shticky ad was playing. I ran out the door, with Lucky quickly following me.
"Where are you going?" he asked as soon as he caught up to me. Surprisingly, he was out of breath. I knew I could run fast, but I didn't know I could run that fast! That was definitely something for the books.
"The one place where any mother would dream to go," I replied.
"Which is?" Lucky asked.
"The Spa," I replied.
"The Spa? Why there?" Lucky asked.
"I told you," I replied, "because that's where every mom dreams of being. We work hard for the kids, and you, you know."
"Fine," Lucky grunted. "But I'm not getting anything done, got it?"
"Clear as a whistle," I replied.
"Fine, let's use my car," Lucky suggested.
"Sounds like a great idea," I replied. So we walked back to Lucky's house, got in his car, buckled up, and drove off for yet another soon-to-be amazing adventure. This'll be one Lucky'll never forget, I said to myself, and I chuckled a little. Just wait and see.
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