Doors of Love

By DesDownUnder

Copyright © 2008 By DesDownUnder. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 2: Footing the Phone Bill

I am on a mission. Yes, me, Jase. It seems I will have to make contact with these two young men or I will never hear the end of it. So I have been walking up and down outside their house for two hours, trying to get the courage to actually knock on their door.

Finally, I do it.

“Oh, hi. I was just walking past your garage door, when I thought you might be able to help me with my phone. I don’t seem to be able to get the camera thingy working on the phone and wondered if you nice muscly boys have a clue?”

“Ahh, yeah, sure, Pops, we can help,” said the twinkier one of the two.

In less time than it takes to say “What nice thighs you have,” I found myself the proud owner of the only mobile phone in existence to have a footprint on its surface from where it was kick-boxed into terminating its services. The blood will probably wash off, I am sure, but there are several broken thingamajigs and holes in the plastic case.

Still, the boys did serve nice cake and tea, when we got back from the emergency room, where the Kung-Fu expert had to have several small transistors and printed circuit board pieces removed from his foot under a local anaesthetic. His friend held his hand throughout the procedure. The surgeon wasn’t going to let him, until they showed him the medical power of attorney they held in each other’s names.

I did think they went a bit far when they kissed and shouted “Hooray” every time the surgeon removed another bit of plastic from his foot.

I tried to pay for the emergency room, but they said they were completely covered medically, as a condition that their parents had insisted on when they told them they were going to live together.

It seems that their parents were hoping for grandchildren and didn’t want them to have any unexpected hospital bills.

Feeling somewhat defeated and quite phoneless, I decided to drive home. The boys, with their arms around each other, waved me farewell, while the sun set over suburbia, in a blaze of innocence not seen since before apple trees grew in Eden.