Jack and Mike [cont’d]

Jack sat upright in his seat. He unfolded the napkin wrapped around the silverware and wiped his hands.

     “You seem to be a little more… well less gloomy,” Mike said.

     “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Mike,” Jack said.

     “You love her, right,” Mike asked.

     “Yeah… yeah, I do…”

     “It’s obvious, man… this is one of the greatest moments of your life.”

     “Yeah?”

     “Hell yeah… you’re gonna be a father.”

     Jack leaned forward on the table, letting his elbows rest while his right hand rested his chin.

     Mike took another sip of his lemonade.

     “Wow… this is some good lemonade,” he said.

     “You know,” Jack said scratching the side of his face, “I really have nothing to lose. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

     “I told you, Jack… I told you,” Mike said.

     “Here you go, gentlemen…” Brian said as he lowered the plates onto the table, “We got chicken barbeque sandwich, baked potato… and chicken tenders, honey mustard… Is there anything else I can get you guys?”

     “Actually,” Jack said taking a quick bite out of one of the chicken tenders while putting on his jacket, “Can I get a bag for this?”

     “Okay, sir,” Brian said rushing back to the kitchen.

     “You’re leaving me,” Mike said, “We just got our food.”

     “I know, Mike, sorry… I need to go home and see my wife,” Jack said.

     “Yo… wait… your wife?” Mike asked.

     “Yeah… I’m gonna ask her to marry me,” Jack said.

     Brian brought back a Styrofoam container for the chicken. Jack threw everything in the container and closed it up.

     “Sorry for the… uh… sudden departure,” Jack said, “I left without saying goodbye to her.”

     “Jack,” Mike said leaning back to tug on his jacket before he left, “You’re a good man. You will be an excellent father. Kid’s lucky.”

     “He’s not even born yet, Mike,” Jack said.

     “He exists… kid’s lucky to have a father like you,” Mike said.

     “Thanks, Mike,” Jack said.

     “Call me sometime next weekend… we’ll get together… play some golf, yeah?”

     “Sure, Mike,” Jack said rushing back through the thick cloud of smoke to the exit up front.

     Mike sat staring at his sandwich before gripping it and taking a bite. He chewed the piece in his mouth and swallowed.

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October 12, 2007

my favorite is the third one down, where she’s under the blanket playing “Halloween” 🙂

October 18, 2007

Hey you!!! It’s been so long – I’m glad that you’re still on here – and by the looks of it, still writing fun stuff : ) How have you been?