It’s the morning after Alvin had spent the night. That next morning there’s a knock on Brittany’s door. It’s Jeanette. Will she jump to the wrong conclusions?
Alvin was on the phone ordering breakfast when he heard a knock at the door. “Brittany,” he could hear Jeanette’s voice. “I really need to talk to you.” Even though he was only half dressed he answered the door. “Alvin,” she said in surprise.
“Hey, Jeanette,” he said, letting her in. Jeanette couldn’t take her eyes off the shirtless Alvin. “Brittany’s in the shower.”
“Really?” she said sarcastically. “Well, um…, it’s obvious I’m interrupting something, so I’ll come back later.”
“No,” Brittany’s voice came from the bedroom door. “You’re not interrupting anything.” She looked over at Alvin. “Could you give us a minute?”
“Sure, babe,” he said and went into the bedroom to give Brittany and Jeanette some privacy.
“Brittany, what’s going on?” Jeanette said. “After that fight you had last week you said you never wanted to see him again, and now he’s…”
“Jeanette, get you mind out of the gutter. It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?” Jeanette demanded.
“I just had a little too much to drink last night, and he brought me home.”
“Is that all?” Jeanette asked.
“Yes, that’s all,” she said, but it was obvious that Jeanette didn’t believe her.
“Look. I don’t have time right now. We’ll have lunch at the cafe’, one o’clock. Then we’ll talk. Okay?”
“Okay,” Jeanette said and gave her sister a hug. “Could you do me a favor, Britt?”
“What?” she said, feeling a lecture coming on.
“Just be careful,” she said. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Stop worrying so much. Besides Alvin and I worked everything out. Now, I’ll see you later.”
She practically forced her sister out of her apartment. She closed the door relieved that she didn’t have to further explain the situation.
“Jeanette leave?” Alvin said, coming out of the bedroom. He was fully dressed now, which disappointed her a little since she kind of like him shirtless. She walked halfway up to the landing until he was standing next to him.
“Yea,” she said, “But I told her I’d meet her for lunch.” There was a sudden nervousness in her being so close to Alvin. “I should go change.”
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