43 Chapter 43: Vete a la mierda (1/2)
”¿Y estas jodidamente seria?”
(And you're fucking serious?)
”Aye,”
I hectically run my hands through my hair,
”Ella dice que son reales y le creo.”
(She says they are real and I believe her.)
”Hombre, ¿sabes lo genial que es esa mierda?”
(Man, do you know how cool that shit is?)
Carlos excitedly paces around the foyer,
”No según ella, Carlos. Ella dice que esa mierda la jodió!”
(Not according to her, Carlos. She says that shit fucked her up!)
I slam my hands down on the counter. A cup falls off and shatters as it hits the floor.
”Oye, relájate. Sabes que todavía está dormida.”
(Hey, relax. You know she's still asleep.)
”Shit. I'm sorry, no he estado bien últimamente.”
(I haven't been well lately.)
”That's because you worry too much. About Kaz, about work, shit, you even worry about what the hell you're gonna wear!”
”Okay okay, I get it. But still,”
I take a long drag on my cigarette.
”I don't like seeing her panic like that. I'm worried about her ése.”
He slides the ashtray to me and I put it out.
”She can't sleep, she'll barely eat and she refuses to let it effect her work. It's like killing is her only joy.”
I let my head fall and hit the table,
”What do I do?”
”Me parece que tienes miedo hombre.”
(I think you're afraid man.)
”Me? Afraid? Of what?”
”Of her.”
”Are you fucking crazy mane?! Why would I be scared of her?”
I chuckle at his ridiculous comment.
”Wait...you were serious?”
”Yeah bro, and if ya ask me, it makes perfect sense too. You like having a woman who could kill you at any given moment by your side. I don't know why, but just the idea of that somehow interest you.”
”Whaa?”
”Nope, don't do that.”
”Whadda ya mean?”
”Don't act like i'm wrong.”
”Ugh, why are you able to read me so easily? She does the same thing!”
*Phone rings*
”Answer for me, will ya?”
I slide my phone across the table.
”What is it...aye, he's busy...”
He looks at me for a moment then down at the floor,
”The fuck you mean 'messed up'?! No!”
He sucks his teeth,
”We'll be there in 10.”
He hangs up the phone and tosses it back over to me,
”What was that all about?”
”The boys at the wear house have a bit a problem...”
I jerk my head up,
”They say that there was a problem with our latest shipment and that they need us there asap.”
”What, no! I can't leave her here alone and I sure as hell can't take her with us!”
”Take me where?”
Carlos and I turn around and look towards small voice coming from behind us.
”Kaz? When did you wake up hun? How you feeling?”
I rush over to her and help walk her to a stool,
”I'm fine but what were you two talking about before I came down here?”
Carlos nervously scratches the back of his neck,
”Well uh, i'm gonna go get the car.”
He hurries out of house.
”Ricky?”
”I can't take you Kaz, but I really don't wanna leave you here alone.”
”Take me where?”
She puts her soft warm hand on my shoulder and traces my tattoo all the way down to my wrist,
'Messy hair, puffy eyes, she just rolled outta bed and she looks adorable.'
”There was a mishap with our newest shipment.”
I check my watch,
”Fuck! We have to go! You have on shoes?”
”Huh? No?”
I pick her up and grab Carlos's slides that he keeps beside the door.
”Whoa Ricardo! Put me down!”