5. Gemini Black #4
“Nah, in all honesty, I don’t think it’s me that’s making you do all these things.
Probably the only thing that I really made you do was go inside the truck stop, so you could shower, and then making you get in bed and go to sleep.
Your ass thought that you were going to leave Tallahassee and get a fuckin hotel.
Everything else, I think it’s your own doing.
You probably just reached a point in your life where you’re going with the flow.
You experienced the worst already. Shit, the life that you thought you were going to have was taken away from you.
Since you went through that, it was easy to agree to getting on the truck with me, and riding on the Ferris wheel,” I told her the truth.
She nodded at that, as if what I said made a lot of sense.
For the rest of the time on the Ferris wheel, we didn’t really say anything else.
We went around a couple of times, and once we were back at the bottom, the worker let us know that it was a slow night, and no one else was waiting in line to have a turn.
He asked if we wanted to go again. I turned to look at Amina, basically letting her know that the ball was in her court, and we could do whatever she wanted.
She surprised me when she said that she wanted to go again.
The worker heard her, so he walked away, so he could have us go back up.
Being on this Ferris wheel was peaceful to me. We were circling for about fifteen minutes. Amina had her own thoughts, and so did I.
We eventually got off, and she carried that big ass teddy bear, telling me what she wanted to do next.
She pointed in the direction of the roasted corn.
We both got one. It was good as hell too.
She pointed to the funnel cake, saying that she wanted that as well.
Anything she said she wanted, I would get it for her.
One, I was just happy to see her eating something, and two, I liked that she was in better spirits, so I wanted to keep it that way.
We didn’t leave the carnival until about another hour or so.
We made it back to the truck, where I assisted her in getting inside.
She went to the back, so that she could prop Bruno up on her bed.
She came back to the front, getting in the passenger seat, and once she was good, I started the truck up, and left the field.
It took about thirty minutes for me to pull into a truck station.
I found a spot in the back, and Amina and I repeated the same steps as last night.
We grabbed all the things that we were going to need for our showers.
I didn’t have to fuss at her this time. She wasn’t trying to walk off, surprised about her sleeping arrangements.
I’d turned her into a little pro, and this was only day two.
We handled our business on the inside. Showered and everything else.
We were back on the truck, and Amina was already in bed.
She was lying on her side, cuddled up with Bruno.
Her scarf was on her head, covering up the front part of her braids.
I stood by the sink, looking into the mirror that was next to it, putting my durag on, but through the reflection, I could see her behind me.
Her eyes were on me. When I finished up, I turned, so that I could look down at her.
Seeing the lowness in her eyes, I knew that she was going to knock out soon, and that this wasn’t going to be a part two of last night.
She wasn’t going to be doing all that crying, keeping me from falling asleep.
I was sure that the second I turned this light off, she would be calling it a night.
“Thank you,” she said, once I turned around and looked at her.
“What you thanking me for?” I wanted to know. She took a while to answer the question. A few seconds went by before she cleared her throat, prepared to respond.
“Just for everything. I know that I can be extra as hell. I know that I’m not the easiest person to deal with.
I know you like your space, and enjoy being on the road alone, so thank you for allowing me to even enter your world.
I’m really thanking you for taking me out to the carnival tonight, allowing me to have what felt like normalcy. I needed that,” she let me know.
“It’s cool. I know I have my ways about me.
You probably think I’m mean, but underneath all of that, I’m really a good person.
I have a big heart. I don’t like seeing women sad.
Never have. I’ve been wired that way since I was a kid.
If I made your night tonight by getting you off the truck, and giving you normalcy, then that means that I did my job,” I said, and with a smile, she nodded her head.
“Goodnight, Gemini,” she let out.
“Goodnight, Amina,” and with that, I walked over to the light, cut it off, and I hopped up, getting on the top bunk.
I said my prayers as I always did, then closed my eyes, taking my ass to bed.
I was looking forward to tomorrow. I needed this off day.
I wanted a day of relaxation. I plan to get on my portable griddle tomorrow.
Cook a little Hibachi. I wanted to get a nice workout in tomorrow outside of the truck too.
Just soak up a day where I didn’t have to be in and out of traffic, or doing pickups, and drop offs.