“Right there,” I pointed. “Randy, I just met the sweetest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She’s coming to dinner this evening. She just bought Sam and Allie’s house. I didn’t know it had sold, did you?”
He shrugged his shoulders, shaking off the weight of the mulch. “No, I haven’t been on Pine Street for a week or two. Tell me more about beautiful girls.”
“You big lecher!” I punched him in the leg. “She’s stunning, Randy. She’s black and she’s got this hair! She has a little girl. She didn’t say anything about a husband and she wasn’t wearing a ring. She has this mammoth cat, too, that looks like a bobcat. She was taking it for a walk! Who takes a cat for a walk? We started talking and she’s adorable. Help me spread this mulch around and I’m going to cook dinner. You go clean up and look nice after we’re finished. You’ll want to make a good impression. Trim your eyebrows!”
He laughed and sunk to his knees beside me. He tilted my head up and kissed me. “You’re adorable,” he said. “If she’s going to stay late I’m going to hate her.” He slipped his hand up under my blouse and cupped my breast. When he pinched my nipple, it swelled up like a strawberry and I moaned into his mouth.
“We’ll run her off in plenty of time,” I said. “I’m going to wear you out! It’s Saturday night, and you know what that means.”
We finished the rose bed and I went off to shower. I put on a cute little red and white sundress I had bought the week before. I made spaghetti red. It’s basically chili over spaghetti noodles, with onions and pickles on top. There aren’t any beans in the chili, though. I made garlic bread and opened a bottle of a nice Cabernet. I had several kinds of juice for the daughter and I decided on pomegranate. At six, the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. Syndy was standing there and I was speechless again. She was immaculate. She had on a white sheath dress and a leather choker with a pinkish stone.
I wanted to touch her. I felt almost compelled to reach out and feel her hair, run my fingers over that creamy skin and feel how soft she was. I had never felt like this before in my life. This was very upsetting to me. Was it just her vulnerability, her beauty, or what was going on with me? Whatever it was, I felt something I’d never felt before. She held out a bunch of daisies. “Do you have a vase?” she asked. “I hope you like them.”
I grabbed her hand, pulled her close to me and hugged her. It was like hugging a volcano. She felt like she was running a fever. She put the hand with the daisies in it behind my back and hugged me. I felt soft lips brush my cheek. I looked down and noticed she had a little shadow by the hand. I squealed with delight.
I knelt down in the floor and smiled. She was a tiny, perfect, miniature copy of her mother. She had that mane of glossy curls, that same coffee with lots of cream complexion and those same huge almond shaped eyes.
“Kara, this is Andrea,” Syndy introduced us. “She likes to be called Andie.”
“Hello, Andrea, I’ll be sure to call you Andie,” I said. “Do you like spaghetti?”