After tucking the clarinet under the couch, he sat down and put his feet up on the coffee table.
“That was something.”
He nodded with his eyes closed. “I know.”
There was silence, which I always felt the need to fill. “So, tell me about Jax.”
“Oh man, he’s trouble.”
Okay, we were talking in the third person now.
“No, I don’t believe that.” I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yup, he’s no good and good for nothing.” With his head resting against the couch, he turned to gauge my reaction.
“That’s not very nice. He seems like a pretty good guy, I guess. Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know. He’s always screwing up stuff, but he’s trying to do better. You know,notfuck up as much.”
This was different. Imagine if every woman could ask questions of a guy and get honest answers. It could solve most of the problems in the world, which seemed to be caused by men much of the time. Edibles could be part of the solution.
“So, does Jax have a girlfriend?”
He perked up. “Do you know I can do the worm?”
Before I knew it, he hopped up, pushed the coffee table aside, and was doing the worm across the room. Again, it wasn’t what I expected, but definitely entertaining. I watched his strong arms as he moved across the room before he stood and took yet another bow. I clapped again before he plopped back down beside me.
“That felt great.”
“It, um, well, it looked great. Yes, you are quite the wormer. Now we were talking about Jax, and you were telling me about his girlfriend, I think.” Lies don’t count when one participant in a conversation will never remember it the next day.
“Oh, Jax is bad with women.”
“He doesn’t do well with women?”
“Oh, he doesverywell with the ladies. Boy has got the moves.”
“Moves?”
He laughed and punched my arm. “You know what I’m talking about. He can rev their engines, for sure. It’s like a superpower.”
“Oh.” It made sense. “So, he’s just bad for women overall.”
He was suddenly serious. “Not bad forallwomen. I mean, he’s fine with grandmas, aunts, or librarians. Well, he doesn’t read very often, but if he did, he would be fine for the librarians, I’m sure. I think he’s just super-duper bad for the single ladies.”
He suddenly burst into laughter. After a moment, he was holding his stomach, and then I started in too.
“Did you hear that?”
“What?”
“He’s bad for the single ladies!”
He stood, skipped to the front door like a schoolgirl, and grabbed a pair of golf shoes that were on the floor. He pulled them on and did a tap dance, belting out his rendition of “Single Lady” by Beyonce.
He was completely out of his mind, so, of course, I grabbed my phone and recorded the entire glorious performance. One thing I’ve learned is that video evidence is something that should always be cherished and preserved.
He danced over to the couch, grabbed my hands, and pulled me to my feet as he continued to sing and dance. After a moment of hesitation, I thought,why not? He was very happy when I pulled up some Morgan Wallen on my phone. So happyhe started to whip me around the room.
