Chapter Thirty-Six
Thirty-Six
“Oh?” is all I could think to say when Crystal called me that night and shared Kendrick’s indecent proposal.
I was stretched across the couch, Ben & Jerry’s in one hand, a plate of chicken wings resting on my belly, and a half-finished glass of cherry Kool-Aid on the floor beside me.
I had my Tae Bo tape in the VCR—muted, of course—as I watched Billy Blanks kick and punch his way to good health.
“Well, maybe this is a good thing,” I said. “It’s important to get used to each other before taking the next step.”
“Maybe,” Crystal said in a faraway voice.
“When is he moving in?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh,” I said as I removed the plate from my stomach and pulled myself up and into a sitting position. “So have you heard from Chevy yet?”
“No, still no word. I thought we’d try to get over there on Friday.”
“You’ll have the address this time, won’t you?” I said, using my Ben-&-Jerry’s-carton-free hand to imitate Bobby and punch at the air.
“Yes, ma’am,” Crystal snapped, and then, “Lemme go—I gotta go take a run and clear my mind.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m going to get up and do some Tae Bo.”
“Really? That’s great, Geneva.”
“Uh-huh, bye.”
“Bye.”
I punched the air a few more times and then lay back down and finished my Rocky Road.