I debated calling her out on it but I really wanted that massage so I smiled and walked slowly to the bed."Don't let me forget to get my hockey stuff ...ut of the dryer tonight ok?" I asked her while trying to get my shirt off. "I have to be at the arena and on the ice at seven thirty tomorrow morning." I'll get it later for you and make sure you are up by quarter to seven ok?" she said as she moved behind me and spooned my back while helping me with my shirt. She dropped the shirt down beside us. Dave always handles this on his own but for some reason, when he asked me if I wanted to come along this time, I said yes. He was surprised yet happy and told me it will be real quick. We drove over to his dealer/friend T's house. We both actually went to high school with T. Typical black thug, gangster type with sagging jeans and gold around his neck. I hadn't seen him in over a decade but remember(it was no secret) that he had a crush on me back in high school. Anyway, we walked in and T was. There was no roof and there was just a simple drainage system for the water to escape. My auntie normally used to get me big pots of water in kholoshes. That day as it was my normal routine to shout for the water and my auntie would come with the water as she kept it ready for me. I shouted out a few times but no one answered. I peeped over the wall and saw that there was no one to be seen. I realized that my auntie had gone to the lagha barhi, she had mentioned this to me but it had skipped my. Doreen." Thank you, David. Now, where are those keys? Would you like some lemonade?" I would love some lemonade, thank you."The front screen opened and Bobby walked in, letting the door slam behind him, and began dribbling toward the kitchen."Don't you be bouncing that ball in my house!" Doreen called from the kitchen."It ain't yo house anymore," he yelled back, then mumbled, "old bat." But he did stop dribbling the ball. Ignoring me he went straight to the refrigerator and started looking over.