Kyle and his house keeper, Carmelita, are having a chat about the cruise. Kyle invited her along, not because he wants child care, but because she is part of the family. She agrees, trying to appear reluctant, but she’s really delighted to be included.
“Oh, this isn’t buff enough for you?” He held up his T-shirt, strutting around like a super model.
“We ain’t goin’ there, baby. I told you, you ain’t man enough for me.”
“How do you know? I was man enough for Margo.” Somehow that statement, usually funny, hurt his feelings.
“Because, Kyle, I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship. You and those kids are too important to me.”
“You know I’m kidding when I say that stuff, right? I don’t mean it, Lita.”
“I know and that’s part of the problem. If you ever did mean it, I would rock your world, little man.” She smiled sweetly, remembering happier times. “Go get a shower, sweetie. I’ll have this ready when you get back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He kissed her cheek. “Carmelita, you’re an absolute treasure and I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.” She patted his cheek. “Now go bathe, sweetie, cause you stink.”
Laughing, Kyle trotted up the stairs. The phone rang as he got to his bedroom door. He called down the steps to Carmelita. “I’ve got it.”
It was Angie. “I’ve got details.”
“Great! Tell me.”
“You leave from Cocoa Beach Tuesday morning.”
“Great! So we don’t even have to fly down.”
“Nope, hour’s drive, badabing. Do I do good work or what?”
“Where are we going?”
“Cancun, Belize and Cozumel.”
“Angie, isn’t Mexico dangerous right now?”
“You’ll love it. I got a super price on the tickets. You’re benefiting from everyone else’s paranoia. I got you suites on the top deck. These are usually way out of your price range.”
“Wow, I’m gonna feel like a jet setter.”
“I’m e-mailing you the itinerary now. The kids will need something nice to wear to dinner. There are themes for some of the evening meals.”
“We’ll go shopping this weekend. Lita can help the girls. I know nothing about female clothing, except how to remove it with my teeth.”
Angie giggled. He could picture her blushing, her artificially golden hair glittering in the sunshine from her big front window. “You sure know how to spark a girl’s imagination.”
“Sorry, Ang. I’m reverting to my pre-married self. Got to get my head back in the dating game.”
“I’ve got a couple single daughters your age,” Angie started.
“Yeah. Don’t fix me up, Ang. If things didn’t work out, I’d feel bad about never speaking to you again.”
“The offer stands. I’d be happy to help you find your true love.”
“Who knows. Maybe I’ll find her on board the ship?”
“Could be! The ship’s name isn’t the Love Boat though.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see when you get your e-mail. Bye, sweetie. Call if you have any questions.”
© Dellani Oakes