Earth Angel

Chapter 6

Jan and I stopped for some dinner, and then we went home. I couldn't stop thinking about Dominic and Drew. Dominic didn't really matter though. Drew was most important to me. But I was upset that he still had never called me. Maybe I was being too pushy.

No I wasn't. This was a bit over due. I would be okay with a week, but two weeks and no contact. Maybe we weren't even dating anyway. I shouldn't expect a call from him. It might've been a one time thing.

When we got home, my parents asked how our dinner was. Jan just said the usual 'good' and they forgot about it just like that. That's how my parents are.

So I went up in my bedroom and read the newest issue of Seventeen Magazine. After an hour, which consisted mostly of just trying to recreate the looks of the gorgeous girls in the magazine, I went downstairs to join my parents, Jan, and Kat on the back porch. Scarlet was there too, of course, laying on the warm wood.

"Margie's here!" Kat exclaimed. I sat next to my mother in the wicker chair. Of course I left the back door slightly open so I could hear the phone ringing. Hopefully Drew would call.

My parents mostly just talked about how many young boys are going into the navy and Jan kept asking my parents if Joe could come over. I occasionally joined their conversations, when I wasn't listening for a ring.

"So Margie," My mom said, "Anything new?" I shook my head.

"Not really.."

"No boyfriends?" My dad said. I laughed.

"No dad. No boyfriends." He smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

That was pretty much the only part of these conversations that had to do with me. So again I just listened to what they had to say.

When my mother was talking to Jan about going to Penney's and buying some new sandals, I heard ringing.

"Uh, may I be excused?" I asked quickly. Before anyone could answer, I dashed inside and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I started. The other person hesitated. I had a feeling it was Drew.

"Eh, hello? 'This Margaret?" It wasn't Drew. It was Dominic and his Italian-New York accent.

"Yes.. Dominic?"

"Yeah, hey. How you doin'?" He asked.

"Very well, how are you?" He started laughing.

"I'm alright. Why are you so formal sounding?" He chuckled. "'Very well.'" He playfully mocked me.

"Hm, maybe I'll just hang up." I joked, though a bit offended.

"No, no. I don't mean it that way. I like it. You're a real lady," The way he talked sounded like he was smiling.

"Well.. thank you," I giggled.

"Welcome." His accent wasn't too thick, but it wasn't really subtle.

"You know," I said, "I'm so glad and thankful you saved me that night. I can't express my gratitude."

"I wasn't going to let those grease balls hurt you," He paused. "Or anyone." I felt those damn butterflies again.

We talked for hours. I even hung up and went upstairs to my room to call him again, just so I could lay in the dark of night after I'd gotten ready for bed, and talk to him. He told me all about himself. He said he was 20, which I was surprised by. He wasn't in college though. He helped out his dad at work. He told me that his grandfather used to own Antonelli's Cuts, and now his father owns it. He said both sides of his family are of Italian descent. He also told me how wonderful his grandmother cooks, and that his family would love for me to come over.