be somebody on the other end. Grabbing the receiver she answered, “Hello,” a little gruffly. This time, she could swear she heard somebody whisper, “Find it.”
“I think you have the wrong number.” There was no response to this, only silence. Rene felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Quickly, she hung up the phone. How creepy, she thought shuddering. She had to find out who was calling her. Entering star sixty-nine, she waited impatiently to be connected and give someone a piece of her mind. Only the connection never came. Sure, sometimes people could use, ‘star sixty-seven’, to block. Except in those cases the phone company would issue a message letting you know the call couldn’t be completed. This time there was nothing but silence on the line, with no rhyme or reason to it. “Fuck,” she mumbled to herself, hanging up the phone.
* * *
When Sam knocked on her door it startled her, but she was more than ready to go out. Sam was such a nice guy, and the prospects of having a good dinner and perhaps a movie were quite pleasing. I wonder what he has planned.
“Hello, Rene, it’s so great to see you again,” Sam said with a nervous tone to his voice.
“Hi there, Sam…long time no see!” Rene said with a huge smile and a laugh.
“Have you heard of Trattoria Tosca? It’s this great little Italian place downtown. Does that sound good to you?” Sam asked hesitantly.
“It sure does!” She said, beaming him another great big smile.
As they got into Sam’s car, he noticed the dark clouds. “It looks like it is going to really pour tonight.”
“I like the rain. It makes for a great night’s sleep. The sound is very soothing pounding down on the roof,” she answered. “I also enjoy walking in it, if there isn’t any lightning, of course.”
Wow, this is my kind of girl; not all fussy about her hair, her makeup, her outfit, sounds like she is just down to earth and fun-loving. “Maybe we will get a chance to walk in the rain together,” and with that the first few drops of the storm began to come down soft and wet.
It was a twenty-minute drive from Rene’s apartment to the downtown restaurant. The conversation was flowing easily. Sam, who usually struggled with longer conversations, found that he felt exceptionally comfortable talking to Rene.
Dinner was going great as well. The two of them seemed to share the same offbeat sense of humor.
I really like this guy, although I really like Jack too. Two boyfriends at once, what am I thinking? Then again, isn’t boyfriend kind of a strong word? I met Sam for the first time at the hospital, when he came to check on me, then again for a lunch date, and now. Let’s think about it, I helped Jack get his apartment, had a casual pizza dinner to celebrate, then a breakfast, and dinner tomorrow night. And of course, who could forget destroying his prize car. Although, he has been an awfully good sport about it. ‘Boyfriend’ is definitely too strong of a word for either of them. A few dates are just a beginning. With my luck they’ll both turn out to be jerks.
“Earth to Rene, are you still here?” Sam said inquisitively.
Rene shook her head slightly and decided to focus back on the here and now. “Oh, sorry about that Sam…I guess the sound of the rain hitting the window was so relaxing I zoned out for a minute. You got us this fantastic window seat. Now, what where you saying?”
“We where talking about your family,” Sam prompted.
“Let’s talk about the rest of this evening. What do you have planned?” Rene asked.
Sam leaned across the table and motioned for Rene to do the same. He whispered quietly, “Well, I have an idea if you’re up for a bit of adventure. I’ll tell you more about it in the car.”
I wonder what Sam has up his sleeve? Any guess that Rene might have had would have been dead wrong.
* * *
The rain was continuing to come down as the couple drove
“I think you have the wrong number.” There was no response to this, only silence. Rene felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Quickly, she hung up the phone. How creepy, she thought shuddering. She had to find out who was calling her. Entering star sixty-nine, she waited impatiently to be connected and give someone a piece of her mind. Only the connection never came. Sure, sometimes people could use, ‘star sixty-seven’, to block. Except in those cases the phone company would issue a message letting you know the call couldn’t be completed. This time there was nothing but silence on the line, with no rhyme or reason to it. “Fuck,” she mumbled to herself, hanging up the phone.
* * *
When Sam knocked on her door it startled her, but she was more than ready to go out. Sam was such a nice guy, and the prospects of having a good dinner and perhaps a movie were quite pleasing. I wonder what he has planned.
“Hello, Rene, it’s so great to see you again,” Sam said with a nervous tone to his voice.
“Hi there, Sam…long time no see!” Rene said with a huge smile and a laugh.
“Have you heard of Trattoria Tosca? It’s this great little Italian place downtown. Does that sound good to you?” Sam asked hesitantly.
“It sure does!” She said, beaming him another great big smile.
As they got into Sam’s car, he noticed the dark clouds. “It looks like it is going to really pour tonight.”
“I like the rain. It makes for a great night’s sleep. The sound is very soothing pounding down on the roof,” she answered. “I also enjoy walking in it, if there isn’t any lightning, of course.”
Wow, this is my kind of girl; not all fussy about her hair, her makeup, her outfit, sounds like she is just down to earth and fun-loving. “Maybe we will get a chance to walk in the rain together,” and with that the first few drops of the storm began to come down soft and wet.
It was a twenty-minute drive from Rene’s apartment to the downtown restaurant. The conversation was flowing easily. Sam, who usually struggled with longer conversations, found that he felt exceptionally comfortable talking to Rene.
Dinner was going great as well. The two of them seemed to share the same offbeat sense of humor.
I really like this guy, although I really like Jack too. Two boyfriends at once, what am I thinking? Then again, isn’t boyfriend kind of a strong word? I met Sam for the first time at the hospital, when he came to check on me, then again for a lunch date, and now. Let’s think about it, I helped Jack get his apartment, had a casual pizza dinner to celebrate, then a breakfast, and dinner tomorrow night. And of course, who could forget destroying his prize car. Although, he has been an awfully good sport about it. ‘Boyfriend’ is definitely too strong of a word for either of them. A few dates are just a beginning. With my luck they’ll both turn out to be jerks.
“Earth to Rene, are you still here?” Sam said inquisitively.
Rene shook her head slightly and decided to focus back on the here and now. “Oh, sorry about that Sam…I guess the sound of the rain hitting the window was so relaxing I zoned out for a minute. You got us this fantastic window seat. Now, what where you saying?”
“We where talking about your family,” Sam prompted.
“Let’s talk about the rest of this evening. What do you have planned?” Rene asked.
Sam leaned across the table and motioned for Rene to do the same. He whispered quietly, “Well, I have an idea if you’re up for a bit of adventure. I’ll tell you more about it in the car.”
I wonder what Sam has up his sleeve? Any guess that Rene might have had would have been dead wrong.
* * *
The rain was continuing to come down as the couple drove
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