the table, then stood up. "I'm hungry. I'll grab our crab
and artichoke dip and bread. Be right back."
Left alone with Angel, Dylan took a deep
breath. "Manfred met them all. Did he tell you?"
"He said he met nice kids and he's
right."
"You haven't met the other two yet."
"If they are anything like Marley and
Tyler, I'm sure I will like them. I look forward to meeting them."
As if on cue, Morrison and Hendrix showed
up. Morrison wore his tight white Hane's shirt, low hip-hugger jeans with
tattered hem and black boots. Behind him was Hendrix in his perpetually messy
wavy hair that he habitually raked, carrying his backpack.
"Hey, bro. Sorry were late. Princess
here had to print his homework."
Dylan clapped hands with Morrison. "It's
all right. School's important," he said, but his brothers weren't looking
at him anymore. "Guys, this is--"
"Angel," Morrison said. "Good
to meet you. Tony said you have an amazing face. For the first time, he isn't
lying."
"Thanks."
"Angel, these are my brothers Morrison
and Hendrix."
"Hello."
"Dang. A simple hello and I could
already feel my--"
"Shut it, Morrison."
"What? I was just going to say my chest
beating fast. What's wrong with that?"
Morrison grinned at Dylan, then sat down at
the table. Hendrix's scowl turned deeper.
"Angel. Tony said you had my brother
under your spell this afternoon."
"Hen. What the fuck." Dylan
speared his brother with an angry look, but Hendrix just scoffed at him.
"I didn't know that, Hendrix."
"Ah. Are you a prude, Angel?"
Hendrix asked.
"Hendrix, knock it off. You're being
rude." What the hell had gotten into his brother's brain?
"I'm just asking her a simple
question, Dylan."
"It's okay." Angel smiled. "No,
Hendrix. I'm not a prude."
"If you stay here, you'll hear the word
fuck on a regular basis and words worse than that."
"It doesn't bother me. Minnie, my aunt,
talks worse than a drunken Irish on payday when she's deep into her cups. She
owns a copy of Kama Sutra that I accidentally found in her bedroom. It was wide
open on a page that maybe even you haven't tried or seen. Let me tell you, it
wasn't the first time that I've seen it. I've heard and seen it all,
Hendrix. Nothing you say will shock me."
"Well, cock-sucking-pussy-licking son
of a bitch. Glad to hear that."
Angel's face turned deep red, but she didn't
cringe or shy away.
"Can you hack at the back of your
throat and spit?"
"Learned it in fifth grade."
"Do you scream and get all hussy
whenever you find the toilet seat up?"
"No. I've been to the Philippines and
other third world countries. I've used toilets, out houses, and a hole on the
ground you've probably wouldn't dare use."
Hendrix's face lit up. He extended his hand
to Angel, then said, "Welcome to the group."
"I passed the initiation?"
Morrison and Hendrix laughed.
Dylan couldn't believe it. Everything that
Hendrix asked were the things that he didn't like about Camille. But what
shocked him most was what she'd said. She looked at a Kama Sutra book and used
a hole to… Well, hell. To Angel he said, "Now you met the Band brothers.
So unfortunate, isn't it?"
"No. It's a pleasure, really."
Morrison smacked his hand on the table. "That's
what I said. Anyone who meets any of the Band is lucky."
Marley came back and placed a tray on the
table with six white medium sized ramekins and a breadbasket.
"Hmm, yummy. Why lucky, Morrison?"
"Because we are a Band."
Angel laughed. "I've heard that before.
Now, tell me if I'm wrong. You're all named after a singer in a band--Bob
Dylan, Jim Morrison, Steven Tyler, Jimmy Hendrix, and Bob Marley."
"Yup. Our mother was a hippie,"
Tyler answered.
Dylan placed a bowl in front of Angel and
handed her the breadbasket. "What about you? Did your parents name you Angel
because you have a face of an angel?"
"Thank you. I really don't know. My
parents died when I was young. I never got a chance to ask them."
The room's atmosphere changed in a hurry.
Marley gave everyone their
and artichoke dip and bread. Be right back."
Left alone with Angel, Dylan took a deep
breath. "Manfred met them all. Did he tell you?"
"He said he met nice kids and he's
right."
"You haven't met the other two yet."
"If they are anything like Marley and
Tyler, I'm sure I will like them. I look forward to meeting them."
As if on cue, Morrison and Hendrix showed
up. Morrison wore his tight white Hane's shirt, low hip-hugger jeans with
tattered hem and black boots. Behind him was Hendrix in his perpetually messy
wavy hair that he habitually raked, carrying his backpack.
"Hey, bro. Sorry were late. Princess
here had to print his homework."
Dylan clapped hands with Morrison. "It's
all right. School's important," he said, but his brothers weren't looking
at him anymore. "Guys, this is--"
"Angel," Morrison said. "Good
to meet you. Tony said you have an amazing face. For the first time, he isn't
lying."
"Thanks."
"Angel, these are my brothers Morrison
and Hendrix."
"Hello."
"Dang. A simple hello and I could
already feel my--"
"Shut it, Morrison."
"What? I was just going to say my chest
beating fast. What's wrong with that?"
Morrison grinned at Dylan, then sat down at
the table. Hendrix's scowl turned deeper.
"Angel. Tony said you had my brother
under your spell this afternoon."
"Hen. What the fuck." Dylan
speared his brother with an angry look, but Hendrix just scoffed at him.
"I didn't know that, Hendrix."
"Ah. Are you a prude, Angel?"
Hendrix asked.
"Hendrix, knock it off. You're being
rude." What the hell had gotten into his brother's brain?
"I'm just asking her a simple
question, Dylan."
"It's okay." Angel smiled. "No,
Hendrix. I'm not a prude."
"If you stay here, you'll hear the word
fuck on a regular basis and words worse than that."
"It doesn't bother me. Minnie, my aunt,
talks worse than a drunken Irish on payday when she's deep into her cups. She
owns a copy of Kama Sutra that I accidentally found in her bedroom. It was wide
open on a page that maybe even you haven't tried or seen. Let me tell you, it
wasn't the first time that I've seen it. I've heard and seen it all,
Hendrix. Nothing you say will shock me."
"Well, cock-sucking-pussy-licking son
of a bitch. Glad to hear that."
Angel's face turned deep red, but she didn't
cringe or shy away.
"Can you hack at the back of your
throat and spit?"
"Learned it in fifth grade."
"Do you scream and get all hussy
whenever you find the toilet seat up?"
"No. I've been to the Philippines and
other third world countries. I've used toilets, out houses, and a hole on the
ground you've probably wouldn't dare use."
Hendrix's face lit up. He extended his hand
to Angel, then said, "Welcome to the group."
"I passed the initiation?"
Morrison and Hendrix laughed.
Dylan couldn't believe it. Everything that
Hendrix asked were the things that he didn't like about Camille. But what
shocked him most was what she'd said. She looked at a Kama Sutra book and used
a hole to… Well, hell. To Angel he said, "Now you met the Band brothers.
So unfortunate, isn't it?"
"No. It's a pleasure, really."
Morrison smacked his hand on the table. "That's
what I said. Anyone who meets any of the Band is lucky."
Marley came back and placed a tray on the
table with six white medium sized ramekins and a breadbasket.
"Hmm, yummy. Why lucky, Morrison?"
"Because we are a Band."
Angel laughed. "I've heard that before.
Now, tell me if I'm wrong. You're all named after a singer in a band--Bob
Dylan, Jim Morrison, Steven Tyler, Jimmy Hendrix, and Bob Marley."
"Yup. Our mother was a hippie,"
Tyler answered.
Dylan placed a bowl in front of Angel and
handed her the breadbasket. "What about you? Did your parents name you Angel
because you have a face of an angel?"
"Thank you. I really don't know. My
parents died when I was young. I never got a chance to ask them."
The room's atmosphere changed in a hurry.
Marley gave everyone their
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