The Coach's Chance Encounter

Eddy made it to the appointed address about twenty minutes later. The house was a small shotgun with green siding. He parked his jet black 2009 Chevy Avalanche in the tiny driveway and headed to the front door. He knocked. He waited. He knocked again. Finally, he decided to retreat back to his vehicle. As he stepped down from the porch, the front door creaked open. Before he could turn around, he heard a sweet voice ask, “May I help you?”

“Yes, I’m Coach McCants and I’m looking for Jabaar Gandy. His grandmother asked me to stop by,” he extended his hand for a shake.
“Oh Jabaar just went to the store with his friends,” came the reply with a delicate grip. “He oughta be back in fifteen minutes or so. Care to come in and wait?”
The two-hundred-ten pound coach glanced at his watch, hesitated, and said, “Yeah.”
“Come on in. Have a seat anywhere,” she said pointing to the compact living room. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure,” he smiled at the attractive medium brown-skinned lady with hair that hung to the middle of her back.
“We have water, lemonade, milk and tea,” she rattled off.
“Tea sounds good.”

Eddy took up residence on the plaid couch and paid a slight amount of attention to the reality television series the woman fixing his drink must have been watching prior to his arrival. She returned with a tall glass decorated with green, pink, and light blue polka dots. She handed him the enormous glass of iced tea then sat on a recliner perpendicular to the couch.

Eddy took a huge gulp then asked, “Are you Jabaar’s sister?”
“Oh no sir. I’m his cousin, Ayesha.”
“I don’t remember you. You look to be around his age. Did you go to County?”
“I did,” she smirked. “I looked a little different then.”
“I see. What year did you graduate?”
“2008. I remember you,” she beamed.
“I was definitely there then. I’m sorry I can’t place you. I can’t imagine people ever forget you,” he laughed anxiously as he attempted to flirt with the woman wearing a pink graphic tee and skinny jeans.