Re: Alvin Ever After: Alvin in the Fourth
I shook my head, “First! Second one I didn’t feel like I needed to do that again.” I got quiet for a moment then added, “I can’t explain it.”
And then, I remembered about the Coast Guard and told her about that. She got very angry with Grandfather.
“I have been trying to get him to leave you alone but he just won’t listen.”
Then I remembered about what Gil did.
“Oh and he tried to drown me!” I said while pointing an accusing finger at Gil.
“GIL!” Mom said with fire.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT! TELL HER THE REST OF IT!”
I laughed, “Alright, he actually saved me.” And then I went on to recount the whole scuba thing.
“Still! That was very dangerous!” Mom said to Gil, not sure she wasn’t still upset with him.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on him for the past few days and making sure he wasn’t getting into too much trouble.” Gil confessed.
“YOU WERE SPYING ON ME?” I shouted.
Ignoring me, he told mom, “Your father tried to get me question me about the boy a number of times. But I always played dumb.”
“I saw you once! At the store.” I told him.
“I know you did.” He chuckled, “I also know you stole that lighter, Cokes, and junk-food.”
I thought I was going to die right on the spot. I was so embarrassed and ashamed.
“MOM I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN TO! I JUST…”
“Relax! I paid for the stuff for you.” Gil said, “By the way, you owe me $16.50!”
Mom stood, walked over to Gil and gave him a hug, “Gil, thank you so much for looking after him for me. I cannot thank you enough!”
“Yeah, well… was the least I could do after…” he stopped what he was saying and then did something, which surprised the heck out of us both. He threw his drink over his shoulder, and roared, “FUCK IT! WE HAVE TO GET HIM BACK TO THE BEACH!”
We both looked at him as though he had just sprouted a penis from his forehead.
“With a little luck, we might get him back before they call for the final competition.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t need to.”
“What?” he asked with disbelief.
I shrugged, “I don’t need to win anymore. I proved to myself that I could win and that’s enough for me.”
“Yeah, but it’s not enough for me and I bet your dad would have loved to have seen you bring home that trophy!”
I looked to mom who was wiping away her tears.
He said the right thing, because I suddenly started to get excited.
“Don’t suppose we could take your car that’s down there in the garage?” I asked.
Mom looking at him as though she were hoping for a yes.
“Car? I don’t own a car?”
“Oh was that Prowler that other mans?” I asked and so help me, I made Gil blush. I actually made him turn red.
I guess he didn’t like me bringing up the subject of that older man while my mother was around.
“OH!” He said and I got the idea we was playing it up now, “You mean my pet road shark?”
“Yeah, whatever! Can we take it?” I asked impatiently.
“She only seats two and there is no room for your board.” He said while rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
He then snapped his fingers and excitedly announced, “But I have bungees! Come on, we go!”
Mom looked at me, “Why’s he speaking with a bad Mexican accent?”
I didn’t say what I was thinking thought.
“Oh that’s not a Mexican accent; that’s a tequila accent.”
No, instead, I said, “How am I supposed to know? I just met the guy!”
“Oh get moving!” she said laughingly then asked, “Do you need changed?”
Shaking my head, “Already got it but thanks! By the way, I’m going to need some sort of super powered cream when we get home.”
“Diaper rash?” she asked just the way someone else might ask, “Oh you have a pimple?”
“Mom! I have a rash on my rash! If it weren’t for the salt water I’d probably be a swollen, red, itchy mess!”
“Come!” Gil said as he reappeared looking excited, “Come! Come! We go!”
I picked up my board, mom grabbed the Abercrombie and Fitch bag and we followed Gil out onto the deck, down a set of wooden stairs and were right at the garage door.
It took us only a few minutes to strap the board to the car, mom then got in the passage seat while Gil got in the driver’s seat. I then got to sit on my mother’s lap like I used to do when I was a much smaller boy.
