“We need to hurry then,” he said. We picked up the pace. I washed faster and he dried faster and we made sort of a child’s game of it and it was fun. He flipped some soap bubbles at me and I held my hands up to guard myself and he laughed.
“You really are a girl,” he said. He flirted with me! I guess it is the little things that count the most. We finished. I drained the sink, cleaned it up, wiped the counter around the sink and went to the phone. I scooted one of the chairs over to the wall phone and dug in my jeans pocket for the slip of paper Billy gave me today. I looked at his note for the thousandth time, then at the clock. It was five after seven. I dialed.
It rang twice and a man’s voice answered. “Xanadu Harley Shop, this is Greg.”
I was shocked. This was not Billy’s house, it was a place of business. “Is Billy there?” I asked timidly. There was a noise in the background.
The man who answered the phone yelled, “Hey! Hey! Kill it! I can’t hear! I’ve told you that you can’t rev the engine inside the shop bay! Take it outside or we’ll all get carbon monoxide!”
The noise quieted some. “What were you saying?”
“Billy,” I said, “Is Billy there?”
“Yeah, just a sec. BILLY! There’s another chic on the line for you!”
Another chic. I scoffed out loud. Calm down. He’s not going steady with me. What’s the word? Exclusive! That’s it. He’s not exclusive.
“Hey stud! How many is that today?” Someone said in the background, then they laughed. “Shut up Angel,” I heard Billy say. How many?
There was some rattling then I head Billy’s voice, that smooth sexy voice! “Hello, Billy here.”
“Yes, Billy, how many today?” I asked.
“Who is this, Monique?” He asked.
Monique? I started taking deep breaths. I breathed in through my nose and out my mouth.
“I probably don’t have a right to ask, but who’s Monique?” I asked.
“She’s just someone I knew. I’m at a disadvantage, what’s your name?”
“I’m just learning how to swim and now I’m tossed into the deep water and I’m fighting to keep from drowning. I think this has been a mistake.” My eyes clouded with tears. I’m really trying here.
“Ronni? Don’t-hang-up-Monique-is-over-I’ve-been-thinking-about-you-all-day-I’m-sorry-I-didn’t-recognize-your-voice. Please,” he said all in one breath and paused. He did not rehearse that.
“I’ve thought about you, too,” I said without getting too mushy. I heard him sigh, that made me smile – a little. He still wasn’t off the hook. “Go ahead an answer Angel’s question. How many is that today?”
“You heard that!”
“I have ears!”
“Good ones, too!” he said. I laughed. “That’s better,” he said. “Monique called earlier. She wanted to get back together with me, but I told her no. I dated her for about two months up until um, da, da, three weeks ago. Had to do some figuring. Our thing was over long before we split,