We’d been through this before with my Sweetie, and it’s something I didn’t think would come up again, especially for me. I mean, how many times can people have a similar conversation without feeling like it’s an old recorded conversation that’s being played back, yet it has no entertainment value?! I did not mean to get myself into this situation; whoever does!? I tried to get out of it as best as I could, but each attempt seemed futile. I thought of doing the Johnnie Walker and taking a walk, but I couldn’t just abandon Jack. I pleaded with him as much as I could while we had the chance to make things right; I implored him to control himself, and given the newness of our relationship, I didn’t want to create unnecessary scars that would have to be dealt with; the thought, oh, it made me try harder to get out of the situation, but unfortunately the worst had already happened and now I needed to have this conversation with my Sweetie. My heart rate was worrying. I tried to think of what Sweets would say and it was proving hard not to mention Jack to Boo in our usual end-of-day banter; the conversation I was conjuring in my head was not piecing together very well.
I called Sweetie to let him know that there was something we needed to discuss, the type of “something’s” one should not discuss on the phone, but his phone was off. There was no avoiding the matter and I was going to have to raise it up in conversation with Sweetie at home, face to face. This was one of those things I could not hide, not from him or from the world, as it did not fall under the category of an antiquity that is worth treasuring and keeping hidden for grand revelation at a later date in life. Besides, I’ve never been able to lie about anything, and this time would be no different; I was so sure the signs of something being off would be emblazoned on my forehead and my Sweets would see that there was something the matter, and having the why-didn’t-you-tell-me conversation was not something I wanted to take myself through. Get it over and done with and breathe freely. That was the advice I gave myself.
You see, I love Jack. Everything about him is master-piece material. I must confess I’ve waited for him to be around for so long, that I thought I was inordinately obsessed with the thought of him being around. He was a first, and I would treasure this first experience with him. Unluckily for me, it turns out this was not my ideal day to have been with Jack. Things happened too fast. One minute I was in control, things were going smoothly and I felt semi-serenaded in Jack’s milieu; what more was there to ask for? The next minute, I was dumbfounded at what had just transpired, particularly because it happened without warning. Jack did not look too good. Oh why did this have to happen to me TODAY?!
I felt like I was on my own at that moment. I had to call Sam to come and bail me out of the situation. Who else was there to call?! Surely Jackie would not have helped, and Samantha was forever busy with her kids. Sam would just have to do, and I certainly needed a much calmer person to get me out of the fix I had gotten into with Jack. Sam was a wise option; he came to my rescue almost immediately. He’s so reliable that he earned himself the nickname “Sterling Sam”. He calmed me down, and when I was coherent enough, Sam advised that I needed to call my Sweetie, much as I was trying to avoid having to tell him about my escapade on the phone.
Quite obviously, Sam was not turning out to be as wise as I thought! How do I explain the situation to Boo on the phone!? I’m many things, but crazy is not one of them. Well, I did try to call my Sweetness, but he was not reachable. I remembered he had mentioned he would be at a meeting with the CEO and country director at that time, so he must have needed to have his phone off. Maybe it was all for my good that his phone was off! It would give me temporary reprieve. I was on with self consolation mode, trying to make it all look like something un-major had happened, but this was not working. Nothing was, not for me at least. Not with Jack, not with myself. NOTHING WAS WORKING!
I was so nervous about how Sweetie would react to this piece of news about Jack, and the thought made me frantically wish I could rewind the day and make different moves. Sam and I drove in silence to my house. My heart kept beating outside my chest; I was sure it was no longer inside me, not with how fast it beat.
You see, Jack, the Range Rover Sport we had acquired only a few months back, was a write off after my escapade with him. I was not injured, at least not physically. Jack on the other hand was history, and it wasn’t my fault. It was that other bastard of a driver who got me into this mess, and Jack did not respond too well when I slammed the brakes.
Now I had to face Sweetie and tell him what had happened and watch him squirm at the news, months after he had spent a fortune on acquiring him. Jack was not just another car; he was Sweetie's dream vehicle and had been named after our German shepherd who had died in the same month of the vehicle’s purchase; I knew how fond of Jack Sweetie was. If only the ground could swallow me alive for as long as it would take for my Boo to come to terms with this.
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