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arrested.”
    “You had that hot little spitfire all
     night and did nothing?”
    “I don’t know that I’ve ever met
     someone like her before. I think she fucking hates me.”
    “No way, man; you two are one hot
     argument from tearing each other’s clothes off.”
    “Whatever. What about you and
     Annabelle?”
    He shrugs. “We had a good night,
     nothing serious. She knows I’m probably leaving on a deployment so
     we exchanged numbers. We plan to keep in touch, but until my
     schedule gets figured out, we are just keeping things
     fun.”
    “I remember Annabelle from school; she
     was kinda cool. Hey, I also figured out whose car Scarlet bashed
     up. That asshole, Dustin Winston.”
    “The dude who was a closet case gay
     guy? He had that dickhead friend, Bobby or Brandon,
     right?”
    “Yep. As a matter of fact we ran into
     those two dicks as we were leaving. It got interesting. Scarlet
     punched Brandon in the jaw. Let’s just say I think the reason she
     and Dustin broke up is because he and Brandon aren’t doing such a
     great job of keeping it all in the closet anymore. She didn’t
     really elaborate,” I tell him.
    “Damn. Some people. Well, enough of
     the Bay Street Soap Opera. What do you want to do
     today?”
    “Let’s go shoot some pool or
     something.”
    “How about we go to one of the ranges
     and shoot some rounds?” he suggests.
    I shrug. “Works for me. Let’s
     go.”
    ~*~*~
    Pulling up to the worksite, I see
     Scarlet walking across the front yard. I call out to her. “Hey,
     nice hat.”
    She smirks. “Thanks. Usually I don’t
     do the color yellow but since the inspector was coming by, I
     figured why not.”
    “Has he already been and
     gone?”
    “He’s in the house with Gus right now
     doing the walkthrough,” she says.
    “So what’s on the agenda for the rest
     of the week?”
    “Well, tomorrow is my last day, but I
     think just finishing up landscaping and cleaning up the
     inside.”
    “So you’ll be out of my hair after
     tomorrow, huh?”
    “Yep.”
    “What are your plans for the rest of
     the summer?” I ask.
    “I have to get my crap together for
     SCAD. I really need to find my own car and I’ve got a bunch of
     graphics work to catch up on for my brother’s band. Oh, yeah. I
     also need to find a new job because I can’t work for Dustin’s
     family anymore.”
    “What did you do for them?”
    “I helped out in his Dad’s office
     doing invoices and general paperwork. I’m going to need something
     in the evening anyway with school.”
    I shrug. “If I hear of anything, I’ll
     let you know.”
    She smiles. “Thanks I
     appreciate it.”
    I watch her walk back
     across the yard into the house. Damn. I
     could watch her ass all day long.
    ~*~*~
    After leaving my last day
     at the jobsite, I’m head to visit my Nana Pearl. She’s probably the
     coolest eighty-year-old I know. She smokes Pall Mall’s like a chimney and drinks a shot of homemade
     moonshine every night before bed. She cusses like a sailor and
     keeps a .45 revolver in her chair side table.
    Turning off of the
     pavement onto her gravel driveway, I look at the gorgeous cotton
     fields across the property. Her plantation

style
     house was built in the early 1900’s, but the land it’s on has been
     in our family since the early 1800’s. My dad and I only live just a
     quarter mile down the road from her but I haven’t been taking much
     time to stop and see her. She is going to crawl

my ass when I walk
     through the door.
    I don’t even make it up the back steps
     before I hear her. “Damn a’ mighty, look what crawled out from
     under a rock.”
    “Hey Nana.” I lean over to give her a
     hug and kiss. “How’ve you been?”
    “Well, I woke up this morning. So
     that’s a plus when you get to be my age. Then down at the senior
     center Thomas Fitzgerald and William Beck want to court me, but I
     don’t know if they can keep up with me. They are nearly