share about the kiss or the grope.
“Yeah, the one and only,” I mutter as I put my thumbs to the screen of my phone and decide how to respond.
Me: But, I already have dinner going in the crockpot. Carnita Tacos. It’s my third go at creating this recipe. I can’t leave it.
Cam: Eat it tomorrow. Be ready at 6.
“I can’t believe how fast you youngun’s can type. Are you gonna go?” she keeps butting in.
“I have dinner going at Sophia’s,” I explain looking up, wondering why I’m making excuses. But seriously, it would’ve been nice to be asked. Even though I am who I am, he still makes me a teensy bit nervous.
“Eat it tomorrow,” Rosa eerily repeats Cam’s text.
I frown before looking back down at my phone to respond at the same time I say to Rosa, “I have to take pictures for the blog. That takes time.”
Me: I have to blog it. That requires prep and pics. It takes time to pretty up the food.
“Paige Carpino, are you sweet on him?” I hear and look up to see my eighty-five year old friend glaring at me with raised brows and big questioning eyes.
“Of course not,” I snap and look back to my phone, waiting for a response.
“You are. You’re sweet on that man with the nasty ex-wife,” she declares.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Stop it, Rosa.”
Ding goes my phone.
Cam: I’m in the middle of batting practice and don’t have time for this. Do your shit with the pictures. Put it away. Eat it tomorrow. We’re leaving at 6.
“What’d he say?” she asks, reaching for my phone.
Quicker than she looks, she grabs my phone and reads my text. Giving me her eyes, she states matter-of-factly, “Looks like you’re goin’ for burgers.”
I snatch my phone back and let my thumbs fly.
Me: It would have been nice to be asked, so I’m going to pretend you asked. Why yes, thank you, Campbell Montgomery, for the dinner invitation. A burger sounds delicious. However, I have five of us to prepare for dinner out. I hope I can be done with my work and have everyone ready by 6. But because you asked so sweetly, I’ll do my best to be ready on time.
I look up at Rosa, “I guess I’m going for burgers. But this means we need to leave sooner than I planned because I need to get pictures taken before we go. And I need to get ready. And my toenail polish is chipped, I need to repaint.”
She smiles with a satisfied look on her face, “It’s okay, child. You go and have fun. I want to hear more about this fellow. I’d better get a phone call soon. Do not text me, I want to be able to ask quick questions. I’m too old to text back and forth.”
My phone dings again.
Cam: Are you shitting me?
I grin.
Me: I can tell you’re in a Grumpy Bear mood. No Dr. Pepper for you.
Cam: Fuck me. 6 sharp.
I can’t help it, I have to laugh at him.
“Kids, put the toys away. We’ve gotta go,” I yell. I look at Rosa as I toss my phone into my purse, “Sorry we’re cutting our time short. Can I help you put these albums away?”
“No, you go and get your stuff done. I’ll see you Monday night. Leigh and Tony are picking me up for Tony’s birthday party at your parents’ house,” she says, getting up slowly and moving even slower toward the door.
“I’m glad you’re coming. It’ll be fun.”
The kids made quick work cleaning up the toys. They gathered their stuff and we head out like a pack of dogs after giving Rosa hugs goodbye.
“Call me,” she bosses with a meaningful look on her face.
“I said I’d call you,” I throw some attitude right back at her.
“Don’t sass the elderly, Paige Carpino,” she says, leaning out the door. “Call me!”
“I will, I will,” I toss over my shoulder as we make our way to the minivan.
Then, yelling for all the children to hear, not to mention the neighbors, she loudly lays another life lesson on me, “Keep your legs
“Yeah, the one and only,” I mutter as I put my thumbs to the screen of my phone and decide how to respond.
Me: But, I already have dinner going in the crockpot. Carnita Tacos. It’s my third go at creating this recipe. I can’t leave it.
Cam: Eat it tomorrow. Be ready at 6.
“I can’t believe how fast you youngun’s can type. Are you gonna go?” she keeps butting in.
“I have dinner going at Sophia’s,” I explain looking up, wondering why I’m making excuses. But seriously, it would’ve been nice to be asked. Even though I am who I am, he still makes me a teensy bit nervous.
“Eat it tomorrow,” Rosa eerily repeats Cam’s text.
I frown before looking back down at my phone to respond at the same time I say to Rosa, “I have to take pictures for the blog. That takes time.”
Me: I have to blog it. That requires prep and pics. It takes time to pretty up the food.
“Paige Carpino, are you sweet on him?” I hear and look up to see my eighty-five year old friend glaring at me with raised brows and big questioning eyes.
“Of course not,” I snap and look back to my phone, waiting for a response.
“You are. You’re sweet on that man with the nasty ex-wife,” she declares.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Stop it, Rosa.”
Ding goes my phone.
Cam: I’m in the middle of batting practice and don’t have time for this. Do your shit with the pictures. Put it away. Eat it tomorrow. We’re leaving at 6.
“What’d he say?” she asks, reaching for my phone.
Quicker than she looks, she grabs my phone and reads my text. Giving me her eyes, she states matter-of-factly, “Looks like you’re goin’ for burgers.”
I snatch my phone back and let my thumbs fly.
Me: It would have been nice to be asked, so I’m going to pretend you asked. Why yes, thank you, Campbell Montgomery, for the dinner invitation. A burger sounds delicious. However, I have five of us to prepare for dinner out. I hope I can be done with my work and have everyone ready by 6. But because you asked so sweetly, I’ll do my best to be ready on time.
I look up at Rosa, “I guess I’m going for burgers. But this means we need to leave sooner than I planned because I need to get pictures taken before we go. And I need to get ready. And my toenail polish is chipped, I need to repaint.”
She smiles with a satisfied look on her face, “It’s okay, child. You go and have fun. I want to hear more about this fellow. I’d better get a phone call soon. Do not text me, I want to be able to ask quick questions. I’m too old to text back and forth.”
My phone dings again.
Cam: Are you shitting me?
I grin.
Me: I can tell you’re in a Grumpy Bear mood. No Dr. Pepper for you.
Cam: Fuck me. 6 sharp.
I can’t help it, I have to laugh at him.
“Kids, put the toys away. We’ve gotta go,” I yell. I look at Rosa as I toss my phone into my purse, “Sorry we’re cutting our time short. Can I help you put these albums away?”
“No, you go and get your stuff done. I’ll see you Monday night. Leigh and Tony are picking me up for Tony’s birthday party at your parents’ house,” she says, getting up slowly and moving even slower toward the door.
“I’m glad you’re coming. It’ll be fun.”
The kids made quick work cleaning up the toys. They gathered their stuff and we head out like a pack of dogs after giving Rosa hugs goodbye.
“Call me,” she bosses with a meaningful look on her face.
“I said I’d call you,” I throw some attitude right back at her.
“Don’t sass the elderly, Paige Carpino,” she says, leaning out the door. “Call me!”
“I will, I will,” I toss over my shoulder as we make our way to the minivan.
Then, yelling for all the children to hear, not to mention the neighbors, she loudly lays another life lesson on me, “Keep your legs
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