Tracy replied.
Ashley looked at Tracy as if surprised by what she said or maybe how she said it. Either way, Tracy had no idea why Ashley looked at her that way, so Tracy gave her one of those “what” looks. Ashley went into the kitchen behind JD.
“What have you guys been cooking? It smells good in here.”
“We fixed some for you. Grab a plate and a Heineken,” Ashley smiled with pride.
JD did just that; sat, bowed his head to say grace, and then began to eat. JD and Ashley talked non-stop for what seemed like hours. Tracy sat there, listened and remembered how much she missed her talks with Turk.
Later that evening, after visiting her mom, Ashley and Tracy were dressing to go out. JD and his boy Calvin Johnson were in the living room watching a basketball game on television. Ashley walked out of the bedroom with a red body-hugging dress on, looking too grown for JD. Calvin, who was sitting on the couch with his back to the bedrooms, saw JD’s expression and turned just as Ashley walked into the room. Calvin watched Ashley walk from the bedroom, through the living room and into the kitchen without blinking.
He turned to JD. “Man, you can’t let her go out looking like that. I love her like a little sister and my mind is wandering. What the hell you think the dogs gonna do?”
JD could not say anything. This was his baby sister, who wore jeans and cut-off tops most of the time. Now she was in the dress every dog liked to see.
“Ashley, where are you going tonight?” JD asked as inconspicuously as possible.
“To Jazzy’s with Cynthia and Rosaline,” she replied. “What about you guys? Are you staying in?”
Not anymore , JD thought. “We’ll be out and about,” he replied.
He did not want to be the bad guy and tell her she couldn’t go out. That’s the whole reason she didn’t want to stay home this weekend. After all, she was nineteen about to turn twenty and should be able to go out and have fun. But did she have to dress like that?
Before he could finish his thought, Tracy walked out of the bedroom and took the same path as Ashley. JD’s first thought was, Who in the hell was this woman coming out of one of his bedrooms and why wasn’t he in there with her? Tracy was wearing Ashley’s little black dress, which would have been short on Ashley, but fell just above the knees on Tracy. Tracy was thicker than Ashley and the dress showed every curve in her body, and man, did she have a body. Her bare legs were very shapely and smooth in the three-inch black strapped sandals. With her hair pinned up she looked more sophisticated than Ashley. Tracy walked past the guys into the kitchen. The dress revealed a bare back and the full curve of her behind.
Damn , JD thought as he watched Tracy’s every move.
“Ashley,” Tracy called out, oblivious to the reactions of JD or Calvin, “I think this dress is too tight. Do I really have to go?”
Ashley grabbed Tracy’s arm and stopped her in front of JD. “JD, please tell her she looks fine in this dress,” she begged.
Ashley turned Tracy around as if modeling the dress. JD looked at Calvin, then back to Tracy.
That had to be a trick question , he thought. “Hmm yeah, you do look good in that dress,” he responded, nodding his head in approval.
“Do another turn for me. I, I haven’t decided yet.” Calvin held a thoughtful gaze. “Yep, yep I agree you look good in that dress.” He beamed the response.
“Thank you, Calvin,” Ashley sighed, giving Tracy an exasperated look.
Tracy smiled shyly. “That was nice of you,” she said, then walked out of the room embarrassed.
JD hit Calvin on the head. “Man, that’s a teenager,” he said as if scolding him.
“Okay, let’s go, before you wimp out on me,” Ashley said, pushing Tracy towards the door.
“Hold on Ashley,” Tracy begged, feeling uncomfortable about the dress. “I need to get a jacket.”
“Yes, Lord, please put a jacket over that dress,” JD pleaded