Constantly.
Deke nodded and kept talking.
“They nearly didn’t make it. She bounced him. He dried out, doesn’t drink a drop, not anymore, and he pulled out all the stops to get her back. Haven’t seen him look at a woman unless he’s helpin’ at the bar and askin’ her what she wants to drink. Lives for Krys. Lives for them. But I still get he’s got the drive to prove she made the right decision by takin’ him back. Been years but he put her through the wringer and it’s penance that needs to be paid. If he could bring a little extra in, anytime he could, lighten their load, give her more, help set up their life so they’re ready for their kid, he’ll wanna do it. So you took him on on Saturdays, even that little’d mean a lot.”
What that little would mean was that on Saturdays, I wouldn’t have Deke to myself.
And even if this wasn’t what I wanted, I recognized it as a good thing.
Further, I hated knowing this history because I liked Bubba but I knew the effects of cheating.
I didn’t want that for Krystal and I wondered if that was part of her tears and fear in her car, something that was too intimate and maybe embarrassing to share with someone she barely knew. This not only being fear of the unknown of what she’d be like as a mother, but also if that huge change in their life might cause Bubba to go back to his old ways, including straying.
What I did want for Krys was for that little to mean a lot.
Bonus, stuff would get done faster at my house.
“You want me to ask him or do you wanna tell him I’m down with it?” I said by way of answer.
Deke smiled at me.
I let that feed my poet’s soul the only way it could and smiled back.
“I’ll ask him if he’s up for it, tellin’ him you’re wantin’ as much progress as you can get so you’re down with it. But I know he’ll be here on Saturday.”
“Cool,” I replied.
Another brush of his fingers on the back of my hand before he said, “Awesome of you, Jus.”
“I want as much progress as I can get, Deke. So this is not a big sacrifice.”
Right then he gave another gift.
More pleasure.
More pain.
Deke winked at me.
Then he muttered, “Gettin’ back to work,” turned and walked out my bedroom door.
I stared at the door thinking “Pleasure and Pain” would be a great name for a song.
So I grabbed my notebook, my guitar from its stand in the corner of my room, and I went out to my deck.
*
I was strumming, and alternately jotting, when I heard a deep, “Yo.”
I turned in my Adirondack chair and saw Deke standing there, a few steps outside my opened French door.
“Yo,” I returned. “Time to knock off?”
He said nothing. He just stood there staring.
Not at me. Not at me with my guitar.
At the notebook balanced on the arm of my chair.
“Deke,” I called when the nothing he said stretched.
His body gave a weird jerk and his eyes came to mine.
“Yeah, time to knock off,” he grunted, sounding just as weird as his body jerk had been.
“Right,” I said, standing and resting my guitar on the chair, feeling funny for a lot of reasons.
I’d definitely worked when he was around but he’d never seen me do it.
I’d also been writing out lyrics to a song the first time he’d met me.
So there was a lot of evidence there of a number of things he might figure out that could be uncomfortable because I hadn’t shared them with him.
I didn’t know what to do because he just stood there, his gaze moving from me, to my guitar, to my notebook.
“Deke,” I said softly.
His attention sliced back to me.
“Back with Bub tomorrow at seven, Jussy.”
Jussy.
That indicated it was all good, even if he still seemed removed in a way he hadn’t since the beginning.
And I knew looking at him the time for my peace that came with being just Jus was over.
Deke and I had become friends. And friends didn’t keep important things from friends. Such as the fact their father was a famous, alas now-dead rock star. Their grandfather was the same. And they’d followed in those footsteps, however short that path had been.
This bringing on giving him my first name and coming clean we’d met before.
It was ten minutes seven years ago, but if he remembered the name Justice, that would have to happen.
“Krys says Bubba’s has a band coming in tomorrow night,” I told him. “Feel like meeting there, throwing a few back?” And me sharing a bunch of shit that might piss you off but you need to know and my best bet is to tell you in a public place so if you lose your mind, our location might help contain it so I’ll have the chance to explain, I didn’t say.
“Got plans.”
Arrow through the heart.
Plans on a Friday night for a man who looked like Deke.
I didn’t want to know, and there were other options, but if the one I figured it was actually was…