Page 135 of The Legend
As Iunderstood it, they wanted an exam performed by a doctor they authorized, avision exam and mobility. So yeah, pretty much a sobriety test. I kept thinkingthey would make me walk around the track on the yellow line just to be sure Icould.
Regardless,the only thing I was looking forward too was getting back in the car and sexwith my wife. Everything else, I ignored and pretended it wasn’t happening.
What washappening was life around me and that was a good thing.Asidefrom Rosa.She pissed me off daily because every morning after physicaltherapy, she came into our room and decided at that time to vacuum. Once again,I came out of our bathroom and she was there looking at the vacuum cleaner likeit was a bomb.
“You haveno idea how to clean, do you?” I turned to the dresser to pull out my jeans andthen made my way inside the closet. She followed me and then shoved the vacuuminto my heels.
“Get out ofhere!” I shouted back only to have her laugh. “Stop it.” I demanded trying tokeep my towel in place. “Go someplace else in the house.”
Rosaalways had something to say so I sat there staring at her waiting for her nextremark, one hand securing my towel. Her eyes ran up and down my stomach andchest and then lower. I felt like a goddamn piece of meat.
“Jameson?”she looked up to give me the news. “Your ass is showing champ.”
“Stoplooking.” I quickly righted my towel. “Go clean.”
“I’m tootired today. Maybe tomorrow,”
“You’rethe worst maid ever.”
“Issoédiscriminação,quevocêsabe.”
“Oh mygod,” I walked past her to the bathroom again, shouting over my shoulder.“That’s Portuguese, not Spanish, which you said you spoke last week! You reallyshould figure out what language you’re going to speak and stick to one. Halfthe time you don’t make sense. And no, it’s not discrimination. Nice try.” Islammed the door shut and felt damn good about it.
When I gotdownstairs I wanted food after my workout but there only seemed to be healthyshit. I wanted a fucking hamburger badly or worse, barbeque.
Sway mademe eat healthy after the accident. I ate healthy before that I could rememberso it wasn’t much of a change. The problem was that I couldn’t taste much so nothingsounded good aside from barbeque.
Shewouldn’t let me have barbeque and that wasn’t gonna fly with me. I wasn’thappy. Did she want me to stop living?
Since Rosathis morning and no barbeque, I wasn’t in a good mood when Casten rolled hisass out of bed at noon.
“Nice ofyou to join the living today,” He mumbled some sort of reply to my comment butsaid nothing until he found coffee in the kitchen.
“Aren’tyou too young to drink coffee?”
“Uh no,I’m fifteen. I can drink coffee if I want. Besides,” he gave me an eye roll. “Iwas up until three this morning. I need coffee.”
“Why wereyou up until three?” I looked around the house to see if I missed a party orsomething.
“Fucking Tommytook a wrong turn coming back from Farmer City. We ended in Bloomington beforehe figured it out.”
“That’sthirty miles out of the way.” Pushing the laptop aside, I laughed at him.
“Exactly,”
“What areyou doing?” Casten sat down next to me and changed the channel from SportsCenter to some shit on movie he found on HBO.
“Give methat.”
He heldthe remote above his head knowing with the soreness I felt after physicaltherapy that I wouldn’t move to get it. “Come get it then.”
“Youjerk.” I punched his shoulder but he did nothing but hold it even higher.“Give. It. Back.”
“Jesus,you’re so moody.” He said tossing the remote back in my lap and relaxing intothe couch. “What’s your problem?”
“I’mhungry.” I told him and then remembered that Sway wouldn’t be home until latertonight. “If I give you a hundred bucks, would you go get me something?”
Casteneyed me curiously and then crossed his arms over his chest, “Keep talking.”
