The Second Doublewide on the Right (part 7)

I’m Fixin’ To present part seven of: The Second Doublewide on the Right:

Quantavious could hear the chatter of the TV from back in the bedroom where the twins had retired to watch TV until their departure time to Atlanta. The first thing he did was flush the contents of the ashtrays down the toilet. He only kept them on hand for ladies who smoked.

After that he washed them extra clean, sprayed and scrubbed down the table and counter top. Then he sprayed the sofa and the carpet with deodorizing spray. Taking a deep sniff, he satisfied himself there was no odor of tobacco or marijuana left about the place.

He spent the remaining time outside washing and polishing his ride. It was about dusk dark when he went back inside his trailer and put away all his car-care products.

After he turned on a lamp he walked softly down the hallway to the bedroom and there they were, both sleeping like babies with the TV on a cartoon channel. As he looked down at them in the dim light a chill swept over him as he imagined his name being added to the register of sex offenders.

That’s when he pulled the curtain aside, looked outside and determined it was dark enough. After making sure he had his phone, wallet and keys, he gently roused the girls up and herded them to the back door. They were still half asleep after he got them into the car.

It was good and dark when he pulled out from behind his trailer and headed out toward the road, where he took a left on 86 and then another one on 43, which would take him straight up to the interstate.

“Must have been some powerful stuff,” he thought to himself as the twins slept peacefully all the way to Atlanta.

They were beginning to rouse up when he was about a mile from the club where he had first encountered them. That’s when he spotted a Burger King and turned into its parking lot.

The twins were sitting up and rubbing their eyes when he pulled into a parking place and said, “Y’all still want a Whopper?”

Sherika responded, “I want me two of ‘em, and a big old order of fries!

Quantavious put the gear into park, pulled out a roll of cash and peeled off two hundred dollar bills. He handed one to each girl and said, “I got to make a phone call. Y’all go on in. Order one for me, too.”

He figured they had the munchies bad, because they snatched the money, grabbed their handbags and darted from the vehicle.

Quantavious breathed a sign of relief as he watched them disappear inside the restaurant. He didn’t feel bad about leaving them there. With the two bills they could eat all they wanted, catch a cab to wherever they needed to go and still have a chunk of change left. That was their surprise he had promised them, the two bills.

He eased his ride out of the parking lot and just before he got back on the interstate, he tuned in some Al Green music on satellite radio and cruised all the way back to Apt-To-Miss.

When he turned into the Shady Grove Trailer Park he had a feeling of great relief, like he was free and clear of any mischief or misfortune that might befall him.

He passed the vacant second doublewide on the right and wondered why it wasn’t ever rented out. It was like it was waiting for some special person to come along.

He also noticed that Deputy Murphy’s cruiser was not at the singlewide just past it.

It wasn’t quite nine o’clock yet when he reentered his trailer and realized he was starving.

He took the plate from Candy Sue’s out of the fridge and nuked it in the microwave. It was still doggone good, he thought as he bit into the chicken fried steak, especially the gravy.

Quantavious fell asleep late that night watching a Spike Lee movie.

Just a few moments after dawn he started dreaming that he heard a loud knocking sound. In that lost world between sleep and wakefulness he couldn’t determine where it was coming from. Then he woke up and realized the loud knocking was real and that it was coming from his front door!

He sat up in bed and almost panicked because he had a feeling of who would be fixing to be knocking!