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>“Can Stan come over today?”
He asked. He stared out windshield at the garage door.
>“You’re not feeling well, honey, and do you really want him to come over?”
I asked. I wanted to meet this kid, but it didn’t sound like Jesse wanted him over. I, however, wanted to get to the bottom of things.
>“Yes,”
Jesse said.
>“Okay,”
I said.
>“Do you have his parent’s number?”
>“He already asked his parents, and they said it was okay.”
>“We have to wait until he’s out of class, and I’d still like to talk to his parents.”
>“Okay.”
Jesse got out of the car and we walked into the house.
>“You have their number?”
I asked as I shut the door.
>“No,”
he said.
I started to ask him how I was supposed to call them if I didn’t have their number, but someone knocked on the door.
I was still standing right next to it.
I opened the door, and standing on my front step was the pale little boy with the blue eyes and mop of white-blonde hair that I’d almost run over on Wednesday. A little girl stood next to him with the same complexion.
>“Yes?”
I asked.
>“Hi, Driz,”
the little boy said.
>“Is Jesse home?”
The little boy standing on my front porch shouldn't have known that name. It was my nickname from college. Created on a drunken night amongst my girlfriends, shortened from Drizzy.
>“No,”
I said.
>“That’s fine,”
the little girl said.
>“My name is Devin, and you already know my brother’s name.”
>“Stan,”
I said.
The little girl covered her mouth and giggled.