Viola: You’re ridiculous. P.S. Don’t act so surprised at all my marvelous talents. My pussy has magical powers, too.
Travis: Wonderful. Now I’m hard.
I laugh just thinking about how he probably really is hard.
Viola: Told you. Magical powers.
Travis: Well, if you want some REAL dick pics this weekend, just let me know. :)
Smiling, I respond.
Viola: Why? You know a good porn site?
Travis: Don’t tempt me, princess…
Viola: And what fun would that be?
Drew pulls up in his jacked-up truck just as I hit send, so I stuff my phone into my pocket.
“About time!” I shout through the window. “I could’ve been kidnapped out here, I’ve been waiting so long.”
“Shut up and come get your coffee, smartass.”
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” I tease, throwing my bag in the back and hopping in the passenger seat.
“I’m always in a good mood. What are you talking about?”
I snort and snap my buckle in place. “Well, are you ready to get this over with?”
“I’d rather cut my right testicle off.” He groans, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Well, I know a few friends of mine would be disappointed, so maybe leave them attached for now.”
He finally breaks a smile and laughs. “Deal.”
Chapter 9
Travis
I’m actually starting to enjoy waking up to no alarm. As hard as it is, I try not to text Viola while she’s with Drew. The less distracted she is, the better, because her body gives her away, and we can’t be having that. And the fact that Drew is around, and Viola doesn’t ever lock her phone makes it a little dangerous.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out and see my mother’s picture flash across the screen. Quickly, I answer.
“I was thinking about driving over today to visit you. Want to go out for lunch?”
“Yeah, Mom, sure. I’d love to see you.” I look around at the mini-disaster the house is in and can’t help but glance at the spot where Viola and I christened the floor. It was a first for me, too.
An hour later, I decide to get dressed. I’m sure the whole Justin Bieber wifebeater and baggy jogging pants look with messy ass hair wouldn’t be acceptable. I at least have to try to look presentable for my mother. When I hear a car door shut, I check the peephole. Before she can knock, I open the door and pull her into a hug.
“Oh, son! Your face.”
I smile. “You should see the other guy.”
“I was worried about you. I stopped by the hospital.”
“I know, I know. I’m fine.”
I lock up the house, and then we drive to a deli across town that she loves. Apparently, they serve the best chicken salad in all of California, or so she says. Once we order, I fill her in on everything that’s been going on since the accident.
“So your car?” She takes a sip of water.
“Totaled.” I haven’t thought about it too much. Next week, I’ll have to start taking care of business. That car was the first expensive thing I bought myself after I started working at Crawford Marketing.
“I know how long you saved for it,” she says, looking a little sad.
“Full coverage is amazing. I’ll get another one. But with heated seats and darker tint.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
“How’s the job?” She’s asking the usual questions to fill time.
After our food arrives, she takes a bite of her sandwich. I pick at my salad, but I’m not hungry, as usual.
“I’m waiting to be cleared to go back to work. I have a follow-up appointment next week.”
“They still giving you a hard time?”
I give her a look that tells her everything she wants to know.
She shakes her head. “Remember when you talked about starting your own business? That was your dream for so long, Travis.”
My mind temporarily wanders. “Yeah, I do.”
“Have you given it any more thought?”
“Sometimes. But only when I’m having a super shitty day at work.”
She gives me a look once the curse word leaves my mouth.
“Sorry, but you know what I mean, Mom. They can be so...corporate.”
We sit in silence for a moment. “What’s holding you back?”
I haven’t thought about it in a while. It just doesn’t seem feasible, considering I have a great job that pays me well. Most people in my class would have died to land the job I did so soon after graduation. Over a thousand people applied for my position. I was the literal needle in the haystack. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it. Sometimes I look at the people who have been there for over thirty years and pray that I’m not looking into the future. That thought is fucking frightening.
“The risk,” I say after thinking about it a little longer.
Mom laughs. Her whole face lights up, and I realize how much I’ve missed her. “And we both know you’re a risk taker. So, what’s the real reason?”
“Start-up costs, I guess. I wouldn’t know where to begin, and it seems like a lot of work. What if I fail?”
“And that’s exactly how dreams die. Funding isn’t an issue, okay? I have some money put aside that I would be happy to loan you. And I know how much you save. Tell me this, have you ever failed at anything that you’ve really wanted in life?”
I’m not sure how we got on this subject. “Mom, I could never take your money. You’re supposed to use that to get away.”
The laugh lines along with the stress that she’s endured over the years are on her face. My mother is my hero. She’s stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, and my heart constantly breaks for her. But she won’t leave. As much as I beg, she won’t. I’ve offered to pay for an apartment for her. I’ve tried everything over the years. But she’s just as stubborn as I am. Noticing my reaction and sadness, she gives me a sweet smile.
“Everything is okay. Since your dad’s been sick, things have changed.”
I take a drink of water. He’s been sick for a while now. Lots of testing to try to figure out what the issue is, but I don’t want to talk about him, and she knows that.
“He’s not doing well, honey. Last week, we received his test results. He has a pretty aggressive form of cancer.” Her voice drops low, almost to a whisper.
It’s the first time I’ve heard this, and for a moment it catches me off guard. Cancer? I don’t even have the words to explain how this makes me feel. This is why she wanted to have lunch because a conversation like this isn’t one you have over the phone. All the pieces of the puzzle begin to fit together.
“I don’t care.” I know I’m being harsh and stubborn.
Knowing better, she gives me a look. Though he’s not my favorite person in the world, I would never wish cancer on him.