Twenty-six days ago, Chicago.
Kyle leaned back in the chair that used to belong to grandfather. It had been reupholstered, re-stuffed, and other than the cigarette burns in the wood on the arms, it looked as he always remembered it. His eyes drifted closed, remembering the good times his family had, and how his grandfather and grandmother stayed behind when the opportunity rose for his father?s business in Rhy?Din. He remembered the old man?s pride in building Ford trucks, then cars before retiring from the Torrence Avenue Assembly plant.
?Nothing for me out there, Son. I was born here, I?ll die here.? The old man had said as they were readying to leave on their big family adventure. Six years later they returned for the funeral.
The room was the exact way his grandparent?s had left it. A 1978 Cubs schedule on the wall next to the chair in which he sat, and his grandmother?s knitting basket next to the chair she sat in. The Lakeview area had changed since he was a kid, but no matter the money offered, he just wouldn?t sell the house. It was his escape. Every year at least, sometimes more he would come back unwind and enjoy what he still considered his home.
A soft knock at the front door made him open one eye and glance toward the clock. They were right on time, as usual. He stood and moved for the door of the house and looked out the small window at the top. The kid was young, and it was probably his first job, the Panino?s hat was a bit crooked and too large for his head. Kyle pulled open the door and looked down as the kid looked up.
?Hey man, thin crust peperoni and chicken marsala?? He asked. His voice was barely louder than his knock.
Kyle reached for his wallet and passed the kid the payment for his food and a nice tip. ?Stay safe out there, huh?? The kid looked at him with big eyes after he realized the tip with his payment was more than he made in a week, usually.
?Hey, thanks man.? The kid smiled, waved and started for his little truck with a spring in his step. Kyle remembered when the little things meant that much to him. The door was pushed closed and locked before walking toward the kitchen with the boxes.
A bottle of beer was taken out of the fridge, and placed on the table next to the plain, white plate. The pizza box was opened first and a large slice taken from within. Just as he was about to take a bite, his phone rang. He scowled and put the thin slice on the plate and picked up his phone and look at the name, Deacon.
?Yeah?? Kyle answered.
?Where are you??
?You know where I am.?
?Oh, I forgot. Look, I hate to ask??
?Then don?t.?
?You want to stay there with ghosts??
?Screw you, Deke.? Kyle picked up the slice and took a bite, chewing noisily.
?I need your help.?
?It?ll wait.? Kyle opened the top on the beer and took a swallow.
?I need help.?
?Admission is the first step,? He said as he looked around the pale yellow and white kitchen.
?You are in rare form,? Deke said with a sigh. ?Nothing I can do to change your mind??
?Look, this is my time,? Kyle said. ?I come back here to see my sister, and unwind from all the crap that goes on around there. She?s about to have another kid, and I will be here for the birth of my new niece.?
?She?s having another one? What is that, four??
?Three Deke, this is number three. Allison Renee.?
?I wonder what Caitlin and I will have,? Deke said, his voice quiet.
?Who knows, but if you are going to be a father, you need to grow the flick up.? Kyle snapped. ?Understand that the world doesn?t revolve around you.?
?You are a dick when you are on vacation.?
?Only when you call, telling me you need help.?
?Fine, it will wait until you come back.?
?Great,? Kyle said as he pushed the end button on the phone.
He wasn?t going to give Deke an in, like he always had in the past, and let him talk him into coming home early from his trip. Allison was going to see her Uncle before her second birthday. She wouldn?t be asking her mother who he was when he saw her next time. The slice of pizza was picked up and he took another bite. As he reached for the beer his phone rang again.
?What the hell do you want?? He nearly shouted into the phone, thinking it was Deke again.
?Uh, Kyle?? His brother in law Tim asked. ?Catch you at a bad time??
?Christ, no?sorry Tim, what?s up?? Kyle tried to play it off.
?You okay?? Tim asked, with concern. They may have had differences when they were younger, but there was an understanding now. If he hurt Kyle?s sister, Kyle would bury him in the family plot.
?Yeah, no. I?m good. My boss was on the phone a minute ago and asking me stuff I didn?t know the answer to.? He hated to lie to family.
?Oh. Bosses can be dicks.? Tim chuckled. ?Hey, we are heading to the hospital, she?s been having some pains and we want to be safe.?
?She okay? The baby and stuff?? A million scenarios were running through his mind.
?Yeah, she?s okay but she?s getting her bag and I?m starting the car, but need to go help her.?
?What hospital??
?Rush, they?ve got a Women?s Health thing there.?
?I?ll find it and meet you there.?
?Come on man, you just got in town, relax until we know something.? Tim was possibly the nicest guy Kyle knew, especially since he?d gotten him out of some trouble.
?I am not missing the possible birth of my niece,? Kyle said. ?Are you bringing Kevin and Trin?? He asked while putting the pizza slice back into the box. ?Have you eaten? I just got some pizza, I can bring. It may be cold but better than hospital food.?
?Paninos?? Tim asked.
?You know it.?
?Bring it with you.? He said with another laugh. ?The kids are staying with my mom and dad but you?ve got to see them before you leave.?
?Don?t worry, this trip is all about family. See you soon.?
Kyle leaned back in the chair that used to belong to grandfather. It had been reupholstered, re-stuffed, and other than the cigarette burns in the wood on the arms, it looked as he always remembered it. His eyes drifted closed, remembering the good times his family had, and how his grandfather and grandmother stayed behind when the opportunity rose for his father?s business in Rhy?Din. He remembered the old man?s pride in building Ford trucks, then cars before retiring from the Torrence Avenue Assembly plant.
?Nothing for me out there, Son. I was born here, I?ll die here.? The old man had said as they were readying to leave on their big family adventure. Six years later they returned for the funeral.
The room was the exact way his grandparent?s had left it. A 1978 Cubs schedule on the wall next to the chair in which he sat, and his grandmother?s knitting basket next to the chair she sat in. The Lakeview area had changed since he was a kid, but no matter the money offered, he just wouldn?t sell the house. It was his escape. Every year at least, sometimes more he would come back unwind and enjoy what he still considered his home.
A soft knock at the front door made him open one eye and glance toward the clock. They were right on time, as usual. He stood and moved for the door of the house and looked out the small window at the top. The kid was young, and it was probably his first job, the Panino?s hat was a bit crooked and too large for his head. Kyle pulled open the door and looked down as the kid looked up.
?Hey man, thin crust peperoni and chicken marsala?? He asked. His voice was barely louder than his knock.
Kyle reached for his wallet and passed the kid the payment for his food and a nice tip. ?Stay safe out there, huh?? The kid looked at him with big eyes after he realized the tip with his payment was more than he made in a week, usually.
?Hey, thanks man.? The kid smiled, waved and started for his little truck with a spring in his step. Kyle remembered when the little things meant that much to him. The door was pushed closed and locked before walking toward the kitchen with the boxes.
A bottle of beer was taken out of the fridge, and placed on the table next to the plain, white plate. The pizza box was opened first and a large slice taken from within. Just as he was about to take a bite, his phone rang. He scowled and put the thin slice on the plate and picked up his phone and look at the name, Deacon.
?Yeah?? Kyle answered.
?Where are you??
?You know where I am.?
?Oh, I forgot. Look, I hate to ask??
?Then don?t.?
?You want to stay there with ghosts??
?Screw you, Deke.? Kyle picked up the slice and took a bite, chewing noisily.
?I need your help.?
?It?ll wait.? Kyle opened the top on the beer and took a swallow.
?I need help.?
?Admission is the first step,? He said as he looked around the pale yellow and white kitchen.
?You are in rare form,? Deke said with a sigh. ?Nothing I can do to change your mind??
?Look, this is my time,? Kyle said. ?I come back here to see my sister, and unwind from all the crap that goes on around there. She?s about to have another kid, and I will be here for the birth of my new niece.?
?She?s having another one? What is that, four??
?Three Deke, this is number three. Allison Renee.?
?I wonder what Caitlin and I will have,? Deke said, his voice quiet.
?Who knows, but if you are going to be a father, you need to grow the flick up.? Kyle snapped. ?Understand that the world doesn?t revolve around you.?
?You are a dick when you are on vacation.?
?Only when you call, telling me you need help.?
?Fine, it will wait until you come back.?
?Great,? Kyle said as he pushed the end button on the phone.
He wasn?t going to give Deke an in, like he always had in the past, and let him talk him into coming home early from his trip. Allison was going to see her Uncle before her second birthday. She wouldn?t be asking her mother who he was when he saw her next time. The slice of pizza was picked up and he took another bite. As he reached for the beer his phone rang again.
?What the hell do you want?? He nearly shouted into the phone, thinking it was Deke again.
?Uh, Kyle?? His brother in law Tim asked. ?Catch you at a bad time??
?Christ, no?sorry Tim, what?s up?? Kyle tried to play it off.
?You okay?? Tim asked, with concern. They may have had differences when they were younger, but there was an understanding now. If he hurt Kyle?s sister, Kyle would bury him in the family plot.
?Yeah, no. I?m good. My boss was on the phone a minute ago and asking me stuff I didn?t know the answer to.? He hated to lie to family.
?Oh. Bosses can be dicks.? Tim chuckled. ?Hey, we are heading to the hospital, she?s been having some pains and we want to be safe.?
?She okay? The baby and stuff?? A million scenarios were running through his mind.
?Yeah, she?s okay but she?s getting her bag and I?m starting the car, but need to go help her.?
?What hospital??
?Rush, they?ve got a Women?s Health thing there.?
?I?ll find it and meet you there.?
?Come on man, you just got in town, relax until we know something.? Tim was possibly the nicest guy Kyle knew, especially since he?d gotten him out of some trouble.
?I am not missing the possible birth of my niece,? Kyle said. ?Are you bringing Kevin and Trin?? He asked while putting the pizza slice back into the box. ?Have you eaten? I just got some pizza, I can bring. It may be cold but better than hospital food.?
?Paninos?? Tim asked.
?You know it.?
?Bring it with you.? He said with another laugh. ?The kids are staying with my mom and dad but you?ve got to see them before you leave.?
?Don?t worry, this trip is all about family. See you soon.?