Dairy Of Jamie
“Jamie, my dear would be kind of enough to let me in dear?” a ruggedly manly voice greeted me on the other end of the phone. I felt an odd smile slide on my face in hearing Karl’s voice once again.
“What do you mean let you in? I asked sitting up my bed running my hand through my clumpy thin brown hair letting a small yawn escape my mouth. “You’re here now? How can that be you’re flight doesn’t land until noon.”
“My flight did land at noon sweetheart, it’s now two-fifteen,” Karl’s voice informed me, which made me double take at my alarm clock, which was blinking twelve o’clock. I swore at myself for not fixing my clock after the small power-outage before I went to bed the night before. “What? Not happy at the fact you sleep the day away?”
“Oh shut up and I’ll there in a minute you jackass,” I hung up my phone and slammed it down on my nightstand. I gowned and stomped my big ass feet down on the chilly hardwood floor then snatched up my ugly old bathroom from the chair near the door of my room and headed downstairs to let Karl in.
As soon as I swung open the door I was grabbed up in a pair of tight muscular arms in a full body hug. “It’s good to see you Jamie bear,” Karl squealed. At fifty-one Karl wasn’t didn’t look nor act his true age as he still has his thick black hair without any signs of white or gray’s growing at all-nor did he have any ware signs on his fair white skin ether. If I hadn’t know him my whole life I would have placed his age a twenty five- thirty. I slapped his back letting him know I couldn’t breathe and he put me back down the floor not to far from where I had started. “Sorry, force of habit and all Jamie dear.”
“So you keep telling me Karl,” I panted trying to regain my breath. “Sometime I wonder if you even human the way you squeeze the air out of my lungs.”
Karl only flashed me his trade marked white teethe grin and turned back to grab his bag from where he had left it on the front porch. As he turned I saw a man walking up from a car in the driveway. He was tall Italian looking man, with short black hair brown eyes, and dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans. “Hum Karl did you take a cab from the airport?”
“No, I rented a car like I always do why?”
“Well then who’s this guy?” I asked pointing the man as he stepped up on the porch.
“Oh, I am sorry Jamie I forgot to tell you I was bringing one of my brothers with me,” Karl quickly answered. “This is Nicolas Giardi.”
“Please just call me Nick it’s nice to finally meet you Miss. Parker,” Nick asked extending his hand to me. I shook it with a lifted eye brow at Karl.
“What?” Karl asked as I closed the front door the house behind the two men.
“Since when do you have brother? I thought you said you born an only child? And was raised by your dead beat dad of a father?”
“Well, you have to understand Nicky here is like a brother and ….”
“You deiced to take him with you to spend Christmas with a girl he doesn’t even know? And...”
“It was more sort of a last minute thing,” Nick distracting me from my rant at Karl. “Karl and I have known each other for years from work and what not. I had no real plans as my flight to California got canceled due to the snow, so Karl asked me if I wanted to spend the holiday with him and his family. I am sorry for the in convince.”
“It’s no biggy really; it’s just that I wished I had…” I smiled blushing at my current condition and very obvious bitchyness. No showering, bed head, rank old pajamas. Great I look like total slob in front of nice looking guy. I quickly regained my thoughts. “More food, seeing as Karl and I eat like a small army on our own and now that you’re here I am….”
“Don’t worry Jamie dear,” Karl grabbed me around the shoulders dragging me into the living room. “We can always go shopping for me more food later. Until then how about I make us some brunch for the three of us?”
posted by Scary Kerry at Monday, December 11, 2006
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