I want to do for you.” He went to the back of the apartment.
Daisy sat down and waited. She heard the rush of running water coming from the bathroom. Her day had been filled with surprises and she was thankful. She closed her eyes to absorb the good feeling that pervaded her.
The phone rang.
“Can you get that, baby?” Adonis yelled from the back.
“Yes,” Daisy answered. “I can’t believe he wants me to answer his phone,” she squealed under her breath, happy that he’d asked. She took it as a confirmation of his singleness.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is Adonis home?”
“I’m sorry, who are you looking for?” Daisy asked, knowing whom the woman asked for, but wishing she’d heard wrong. She hoped Adonis didn’t have the audacity to expect her to take messages from his admirers.
“Oh, I apologize for being so rude. I have a husband too. I wouldn’t want some woman calling my house and not introducing herself. This is Denise, Calvin Harris’s sister. Is Adonis in?”
“I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”
“Is this 212–387-…”
Daisy ignored Denise as she spoke. She knew it wasn’t her place to lie, but she had to. She couldn’t allow Adonis and Calvin to speak. On cue she answered, “Yes, this is the number. But no one lives here by that name.”
Daisy fixed her clothes and headed to the door. “Wrong number,” she yelled. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. Something urgent came up,” she lied, and ran out praying that Calvin’s sister wouldn’t call back.
Daisy pulled out of the storage facility where her belongings were stored. Her hands were dirty, covered with God only knew what from carrying all of Jay’s necessities. This is only the first of many trips.
Jay had always been fortunate—spoiled. While Daisy had taken care of his needs, Jasper had supplied his wants. He had become Noah and spoiled Jay with every single thing he’d asked for, in twos. He had two PlayStations, Xboxes, GameCubes, and Game Boy SPs along with the respective games for each. He had a double collection of all things DVD: players, camcorders, burners. A wardrobe of high-priced designer clothes and equally expensive sneakers and boots. Bikes, traditional and motorized. Computers, laptops, and PCs. And a Plasma TV that hung on the wall. He had it all. All the things Daisy couldn’t give him on her own and wouldn’t if she could afford to. She smiled, imagining the expression on his face when he learned that they’d have to share a bedroom. She hoped it wouldn’t feel too awkward, but she knew that they’d both find comfort in each other’s presence. She missed Jay, and the fullness and life he brought to barren rooms. She turned down the radio and drove in silence. She needed quiet, to be surrounded by her thoughts and nothing else. Today is a new day, she thought, and tomorrow will be the same. I’m a new woman now, all Jay’s got. Our new life starts right here.
Daisy sat at Ming Li’s kitchen table, trying to figure out how she was going to fit all of their stuff into Ming Li’s space. Her stomach growled as the tangy scent of the jambalaya teased her nostrils. What’s gotten into Ming Li? She doesn’t cook.
“How’s it going over there?” Ming Li asked, wiping her hands with a paper towel.
“It’s going. I can’t complain. I have a job. Now I just have to find us a place to live and pay the last installment on my Jeep.”
“Well, I know it seems like a lot—and it is—but you can do it. As your mom would say, you’ve got to have faith.”
“Yeah, I’ve got to have faith—and money. I don’t know which is going to come first, but I wish it’d hurry.”
“Daisy, you know I really didn’t mean…I promised not to tell. I just never thought…”
“It’s okay. I understand. I was going to talk to you anyway. I didn’t want Jay to come home and see us walking around avoiding each other like the plague.”
“So we’re cool?”
Daisy smiled. “Of
Daisy sat down and waited. She heard the rush of running water coming from the bathroom. Her day had been filled with surprises and she was thankful. She closed her eyes to absorb the good feeling that pervaded her.
The phone rang.
“Can you get that, baby?” Adonis yelled from the back.
“Yes,” Daisy answered. “I can’t believe he wants me to answer his phone,” she squealed under her breath, happy that he’d asked. She took it as a confirmation of his singleness.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is Adonis home?”
“I’m sorry, who are you looking for?” Daisy asked, knowing whom the woman asked for, but wishing she’d heard wrong. She hoped Adonis didn’t have the audacity to expect her to take messages from his admirers.
“Oh, I apologize for being so rude. I have a husband too. I wouldn’t want some woman calling my house and not introducing herself. This is Denise, Calvin Harris’s sister. Is Adonis in?”
“I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”
“Is this 212–387-…”
Daisy ignored Denise as she spoke. She knew it wasn’t her place to lie, but she had to. She couldn’t allow Adonis and Calvin to speak. On cue she answered, “Yes, this is the number. But no one lives here by that name.”
Daisy fixed her clothes and headed to the door. “Wrong number,” she yelled. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. Something urgent came up,” she lied, and ran out praying that Calvin’s sister wouldn’t call back.
Daisy pulled out of the storage facility where her belongings were stored. Her hands were dirty, covered with God only knew what from carrying all of Jay’s necessities. This is only the first of many trips.
Jay had always been fortunate—spoiled. While Daisy had taken care of his needs, Jasper had supplied his wants. He had become Noah and spoiled Jay with every single thing he’d asked for, in twos. He had two PlayStations, Xboxes, GameCubes, and Game Boy SPs along with the respective games for each. He had a double collection of all things DVD: players, camcorders, burners. A wardrobe of high-priced designer clothes and equally expensive sneakers and boots. Bikes, traditional and motorized. Computers, laptops, and PCs. And a Plasma TV that hung on the wall. He had it all. All the things Daisy couldn’t give him on her own and wouldn’t if she could afford to. She smiled, imagining the expression on his face when he learned that they’d have to share a bedroom. She hoped it wouldn’t feel too awkward, but she knew that they’d both find comfort in each other’s presence. She missed Jay, and the fullness and life he brought to barren rooms. She turned down the radio and drove in silence. She needed quiet, to be surrounded by her thoughts and nothing else. Today is a new day, she thought, and tomorrow will be the same. I’m a new woman now, all Jay’s got. Our new life starts right here.
Daisy sat at Ming Li’s kitchen table, trying to figure out how she was going to fit all of their stuff into Ming Li’s space. Her stomach growled as the tangy scent of the jambalaya teased her nostrils. What’s gotten into Ming Li? She doesn’t cook.
“How’s it going over there?” Ming Li asked, wiping her hands with a paper towel.
“It’s going. I can’t complain. I have a job. Now I just have to find us a place to live and pay the last installment on my Jeep.”
“Well, I know it seems like a lot—and it is—but you can do it. As your mom would say, you’ve got to have faith.”
“Yeah, I’ve got to have faith—and money. I don’t know which is going to come first, but I wish it’d hurry.”
“Daisy, you know I really didn’t mean…I promised not to tell. I just never thought…”
“It’s okay. I understand. I was going to talk to you anyway. I didn’t want Jay to come home and see us walking around avoiding each other like the plague.”
“So we’re cool?”
Daisy smiled. “Of
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