Collision Course – 4.05

Sam

            Gus was sitting in the front seat, asking his aunt hundreds of questions at a time, Sam answering them patiently.  Downshifting the sleek sports car, looking around the crowded street.  Searching for Brian’s green corvette, but not seeing it anywhere.

            “Jesus, which house is it?  There are two moving vans…,” grunted Sam.  Her grey eyes sweeping over the two houses, side by side.  She decided to stop at the first house.  “Ready there, sonny boy?” she asked Gus.

            “Uh huh, are they here?” he asked.  Unbuckling his seat belt, the metal head of the belt twapping the window hard, making him jump.  Sam just grinned, not caring if he broke the window, it was just glass after all.

            “They are somewhere, we could go around yelling olly, olly, oxen free…” suggested Sam.

            “I don’t get it,” he said with the same infection that his father had in his voice.

            “You’re to young.  Come on, bub.” 

            They got out of the sleek sports car, Sam grabbing Gus’s hand as they approached the house.  Swinging the young man’s arm, then scooping him up and slinging him over onto her back.  Sam saw a the moving van, and she could see someone had just gone into it, so she headed there.

            “Hello,” said a smoky deep voice from inside the truck.  Sam leaned in, smiling slyly.  Her hip slamming into the truck, and as Gus moved his foot, he knocked her cell phone off her belt.  Sam didn’t take notice, instead she was looking rather hard at the throaty voiced woman, who had an old painters hat on.

            “Hello, hi, bonjour and …  Oh, yeah…,” muttered Sam as Gus pulled on her hand.  “Um, I’m looking for Lindsey and Mel?

            “Sorry, you got the wrong house,” said Shane, leaning sexily against a box.  Sam licked her lips and then reminded herself that Gus was still sitting on her back.

            “Oh, they must be next door, cool, thanks.”

            Sam walked away, bouncing Gus around as they moved down the cracked sidewalk. 

            “Are they on this street?” asked Gus into Sam’s ear, Sam nodded, kissing his cheek as she leaned over her shoulder.