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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fifteen, part two

“Martinez,” he said wearily.

“Hi, Carlos, it’s me.”  I figured if I kept repeating his name, I would get used to saying it.

“HI, Scarlett.  What’s up?”  His voice perked up, and I felt guilty for bagging on him, but it was an emergency.  “I’m looking forward to tonight.  We’re on for eight, right?”

“Actually, that’s why I called.”  I hurriedly explained the situation with Julia, Peter and Banana, then asked if I could take a rain check.  I held my breath because I didn’t know how he would react—especially to the part about Peter being gay.

“That’s terrible,” Martinez said softly.  “Of course you can take a rain check.  Your poor friend.  And that poor little girl!”  I had forgotten that Martinez had met Banana, and it warmed me to him even more that he’d remembered.  I could hear him riffling through some papers.  “Um, I can probably switch with someone.  Go in tonight and take tomorrow night off.  How about that?”

“That would be perfect,” I said, thankful all over again that I didn’t have a nine-to-five, Monday through Friday job.  The flexibility was one thing I loved best about this theater gig I had going.  Sure, it was tough and we barely had our heads above water, but it was utterly worth it.  Martinez and I made small talk before hanging up.  He didn’t even mention my withholding evidence from him, which demonstrated that he was a man of his word.  He’d forgiven me, so he saw no reason to rehash the point.

“Ok, gang.  Let’s go!”  I clapped my hand as I went back to the living room.  Matt and Banana had resumed watching their DVD, and Matt put up five fingers.  I assumed there was five more minutes in the episode and went to grab a pop from the fridge.  I normally didn’t drink pop, but I felt I deserved one.  It was diet, anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about the sugar or the calories.

“We’re done,” Matt said, holding onto Banana’s hand.

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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fourteen, part three

I flicked on the television, but I couldn’t concentrate.  I knew no matter what he’d said that I’d fucked up.  Even though he hadn’t screamed at me, I could feel the wall between us.  Why the hell he was giving me another chance, I didn’t know.  I was grateful, of course, but I wondered if he would ever trust me again.  Hell, I wouldn’t trust me if I were him, so why should he?  It just fucking sucked because I haven’t been so attracted to someone in such a long time.  Maybe I subconsciously wanted to fuck things up because I didn’t feel I deserved someone as wonderful as Martinez.

“Hey, how’d it go?”  Matt asked, breaking in my reverie.  I hadn’t even heard him come in, which was how deep in thought I’d been.  Banana was sound asleep in his arms, and he had a Kowalski bag dangling from his hand.  “Banana ice cream,” he mouthed, holding up the bag.  My heart smote me.  I was the one who’d promised to get the ice cream, and Matt was the one who’d followed through.  What did I ever do to deserve such wonderful men in my life, and why didn’t I treat them better?

“Ice cream,” Banana said sleepily, stirring in Matt’s arms.  “Uncle Matt, I want ice cream.  You promised.”  Actually, I promised.

“Ok, doll, but then you have to go to bed, ok?”  Matt carried Banana to the kitchen, and I was right behind him.  He handed Banana over to me while he scooped up two balls of ice cream in a small bowl.  We went back into the living room so Banana could eat.  I turned off the television and watched in amusement as Banana struggled with her tiredness in order to eat her ice cream.

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