Just One of Those Dreams

"No. I think...she's from your ass!"

"Have you slept with her?" I tapped his shoulder.

"Well, you know me," he retorted with pride.

"That's why. See you." I tapped his shoulder again and then left.

"I...I don't get it."

"I do. That means, you're so dumb. A girl will never stay with you after she finds out how stupid you are," replied Sherley. Then she left the kitchen and went to the living room.

"Not so dumb as your ugly, dumb, punk-ass boyfriend."

"But at least he acts like a real man!" Sherley yelled from the living room.

"Yeah, right! He's so ugly, some people even think he's a monkey twin." He went after Sherley.

Porch The French mailman arrived at the box. I came running to meet him.

"Bonjour!"

I didn't answer because I didn't feel like speaking French that morning.

"Any important mail?"

"Let me check. Here, that's all I have for you today," he said, handing me the mail. I anxiously grabbed the mail and ripped the envelope open. As I read the letter about the results of the contest, the mailman approached behind me to read over my shoulder. I pulled it away from him and stepped farther from him.

"Oh, sorry! See you tomorrow." I walked away.

I tore up the letter.

"Damn it! Damn it!" I screamed at myself angrily.

Patrick's car arrived. Jack was behind the wheel. Reggie and Patrick were in the back. I got in the car without sighing a word to them.