When I looked to Anthony, he shrugged. "It wasn't a vase. It was a plastic bag." He grinned. "Except we didn't seal it so good."
Suddenly, I recalled my aunt's latest phone call. I didn't know whether to laugh or throw up. In spite of my best intentions, a snicker escaped my lips.
"See?" Anthony said. "Pretty cool, huh?"
I wiped the smile from my face. "So you seriously…?" I didn't want to say it.
Steve grinned. "Shit in a bag? Hell no."
For some reason, I just had to know. "So was it dog poop or something?"
"Nah," Anthony said, "it was, what we call in the trade, sewer sludge."
I made a face. "Sewer sludge?"
"Yeah," he said. "Like when you're digging up a broken sewer, and you've got all this crap that seeps up. You just scoop it up, and there you go. You don't even need to add water. Pretty cool, huh?"
Immature or not, I had to agree. Itwaspretty cool, in a totally disgusting sort of way.
When they all left a couple of hours later, I was still smiling, and not only with amusement. It was in anticipation. Tomorrow was Saturday – the day Joel promised to return.
I didn't know what would happen when I saw him next, but I did know that I was dying to see him.
