Wow the kids are gone, the street is empty.
What should I do with myself?
Oh wait almost one time for my canasta game.
Yes, I am kicking ass. I have always been good at this game.
“You have received email. From: Don.
Subject: On Da Phone.”
It reads: Hey, I'm trying to call you... when
you're done doing whatever it is that you are doing; give me a call at work.
Well he is just going to have to wait until I finish this game.
After Nikki wins the game she logs off and calls Don.
Corporal Baker, May I help you?
“No.”
“Your right you are beyond help.”
“Fuck you, Don.”
“Wouldn’t you like to?
“Yes, wouldn’t you?”
“What are you up to today?”
“Well everyone is off to a Birthday party and I am tipping a few beers back and relaxing, I am going to finish cleaning get smashed and go to bed.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“I have to make a quick phone call, let me call you back.”
The phone rings. “Did you say the street is dead today?”
“Yes, everyone is out to a party.
“Mind if I stop by in a little while?”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“I’ll see you in a little while.”
Shit Jon’s home and Marie and Scott pop up out of no where.
I have to call him back and let him know, that people are around.
Shit he’s not there.
We will think of something.
We have to; God knows I want to see him.
Now I have to get the kids out of here before he shows up.
Shit he’s in the driveway. Now what?
He steps up onto the porch.
“Ms. Gillette, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“No, come in.”
Scott leaves and Marie is still standing by Nikki’s leg.
“I thought you said the street was dead, where did they come from?”
Upset that things didn't go as planned and worried that Don maybe upset with her Nikki replies,
“Marie walked across the street; I have to take her home.”
“Do you want me to wait?”