-Mina- This man looked at me nodding towards the door, “you get a name when we get this inside, I think the ice cream melted.” Reluctant at first, I entered the code, letting him in. “Fine, but lunch after I get it put away.” He did not tell me no, but I hoped he stayed because I needed answers. Once we were upstairs, I opened the door and I’m greeted by a happy dog, who quickly stopped and growled at the man behind me. ”Spot, stop. We have a guest and until I tell you differently he is nice.” Spot stopped growling at him but watched his every move. I got everything put away and pulled out a small thing of hamburger meat. “You okay with burgers? I have a taste for one before work.” I asked him, turning to find him rubbing Spot’s head. “Huh. He rarely does that. I guess you really owe me that name now.” He stood, walking into the kitchen.“Hamburgers are cool, and the names Tony. I work for Luciano, kind of like his assistant.” I looked him up and down and before I could think, my m
-Mina- I could not fall back asleep to save my life. Mom was on my mind and for whatever reason, our last day. We were on the way home from Maine when a drunk driver hit us head on. We were probably an hour from our house when Mom turned to me to say we should go back but never finished her sentence. I remember waking up, hanging upside down. Blood running down my neck and arms. My dad screams my name, and moms. “Terry. Wake up Terry” I could hear it in his voice, but before I could call out, everything went black. It wasn’t until a few days after the accident that I woke up only to just my dad. He was cut up and bruised some kind of badly, but mom was nowhere to be seen. “Dad, where’s mom?” I remembered asking him.He didn’t have to say anything, the way he put his head down and started crying, moms gone. It took me days to fully remember what happened, and when I did, I broke. She was already gone in the car. I was almost gone. Dad had to watch as we both died. He had told me that
-Mina- We get to the bar and the first thing Spot does is run behind the bar. Corey was waiting with a bone in hand already, “Hey big guy. Was wondering when your mama was bringing you to say hey to your family.” We laughed as I sat down. “What are you doing back here? I thought you were going to relax? I think you have an addiction to work, Mina.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Got hungry and wanted a beer and guess who is out of both at home?” Corey nodded, “well we got both, as you know. The usual?” nodding, he turned to grab me a beer. He popped the cap and slid the beer across the bar. “So, you’re going to tell me what’s really going on? Because even Spot knows you’ve been off.” I took a sip, letting the cold drink wash my thoughts away. “Just… weird dreams, mostly. And that guy, Luciano. He kissed me.” Corey blinked. “Wait, what?” I laughed at the way he nearly dropped the glass he was cleaning. “Yeah. In the alley. Out of nowhere. Then walked off like it was a damn goodbye sce
-Mina- I ran to the door, forgetting that Lola was coming over. “Shit, I’m coming. I’m coming, hold on” I yelled as I opened it. Lola took no time, running over me, giving me a hug. “I have some things to tell you, girl!” she yelled as she let me go from her death grip. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She always had something new to tell me. Never fails. We go sit on the couch where Spot jumped on her, dousing her with his wet kisses. “Oh, Spot. I missed you too, big guy.” She rubbed his head between her hands. I smiled. She was always hounding me the way Larry did about how he should just live with me, since I always fed him at work. “Okay Mins, I have something to tell you, then I have a question.” Lola got serious, which usually means something bad. “Oh no, did you and Tommy have a fight?” She laughed at that answer. Once she caught her breath, “Oh god no, nothing like that-” she paused before she smiled. “Mins, he popped it. After 8 years, he finally asked the question.” She
-Mina- I almost choked when I turned to find the same man from the other night sitting there, eating. So, is Luciano his name? I turned back to face Corey. “Please tell me you didn’t tell him I was coming?” Corey’s smile faded, “Do we have a problem? I can kick him ou-” before he continued the man-Luciano approached. “No, I won’t be long. Just wanted to thank her for helping me the other night.” Corey looked at me, then back at him. “Um. Okay? I’ll leave you alone then.” I felt my cheeks burning. “How are you feeling?” I asked, glancing towards his side. He grinned and sat beside me. “I feel fine, thanks to you. But for real, thank you. I shouldn’t have done that to you, but- desperate times, I guess.” I cut my head towards him meeting his eyes, “desperate times? You-” lowering my voice, “held a gun at me when I tried to get you actual help.” He stood, and I followed his motion. Standing to face him. “The least you could do is ask without the gun next time.”I let it slip right out
-Mina- I decided going to work today wouldn’t be good for me. Picking up the phone from the nightstand, I called Corey. Two rings later, “Hey Mina, what’s up?” Thankfully, he answers. “Hey man, you wanna take a spin holding down the place today?” I knew he wanted to be promoted. I overheard him telling the other cooks he wanted to ask me, but with Larry dying and the anniversary of my parent’s deaths coming up. He didn’t want to worry me about extra stuff. I never told him I heard their conversation, but today I want him to know I agree. He deserves it. After all, we started together and busted our asses together. Of course, with only a few moments’ wait from Corey, he replied, “Hell yeah, I can do it. Are you okay though, Mina? You never take time off, not in the 2 years I’ve known you.” How can I tell him about last night? I can’t. I don’t know how that man was or if he planned on coming back. “Yeah, I’m good, just one of those days, ya know?” I didn’t want to worry him since we