Recalled

Two Sams Give A Damn

"Why didn't you tell me that before?!" ...A pause for whosoever was on the phone...

"No, nothing like that...what? (pause) When did that happen?!"

(pause...)

"....Is everyone at risk?"

I was behind the car and he noticed me in the rear-view mirror.

"I've got to go...(pause) yes, I will try that...bye."

Sam slid his phone shut and waited for me to crawl into the passengers' side. (Looks like I wasn't driving after all.)

"Hey, what was that all about?" I asked him as I crawled into the car and made myself comfortable on the leather seat.

"Oh, that? It was nothing." He replied as the engine revved to life and the sound of his voice was completely muffled by that of the radio.

"Didn't sound like nothing..." I mumbled.

"WHAT?!" Sam asked as we began to exit the parking lot, turning the radio down.

"I didn't say anything," I lied raising my voice loudly to be heard.

"Oh, I must have heard something outside." Sam yelled back at me.

We drove past my neighborhood and finally came to Sam's neighborhood, which was called Olan hills.

Eventually we parked in front of his driveway, which was connected to a beautiful mansion. The mansion was quite roomy, and the only people that occupied it was his father,Mr.Donahue, and their Doberman Pinscher (full bred and incredibly expensive AKC registered) dogs.

I've only met Mr.Donahue three times. He's not someone that you'd want to see on a regular basis. Makes sense why his wife divorced him when all he does is bicker about work and how hard he has it. Sam and him have a moderately decent love-hate relationship.

When they are not fighting and arguing about something silly, they are best buddies.

To my relief he was not there. Mr. Donahue wasn't particularly that fond of me. He was warned that I made Sam distracted from the real world. His biggest fear was that Sam and I would elope or that I'd up being pregnant. (As if.)

My feet were starting to bother me as I crawled out of Sam's car. I skillfully balanced on one foot and then switched to the other as I pulled my beautiful stilettos off of my sore and pedicured feet.

Sam was already out and standing in front of the doors to his home when I turned around on my bare feet facing the car. It had only taken me about a minute to take off my stilettos! How did he get to those doors so fast?!

You have to understand, these doors were about a yard away from the parking spaces! On a normal walking pace it would still take you about five minutes or more to get to them! Plus Sam always used to take about seven minutes to walk there, mainly to get on my nerves and frustrate me.

"Sam! How in the world did you get there so fast! It always takes you a while!"

Sam smiled at me with a patient ad curious gaze.

"You know? I'm not sure? Even stranger is that I am already starting to feel better! I guess all I did need was a little bit of time with you and to be at home."

I automatically smiled at that. He could always make me smile. I was starting to make my way halfway up the stairs. I was slowly crawling my way up and smiling at a patient Sam when the next thing that I know I am being swept off of my feet and being carried over his shoulder!