Brick by Lisa Lang Blakeney
Kaya
I’m convincedthat time travel is possible because here I am, standing in front of my open closet, obsessing about the same ridiculous things I did when I was a fourteen-year-old.
What should I wear?
What should I say?
I hate that my anxiety over Kyle’s pre-wedding get together has been steadily growing over the past few hours and now it sludges through my veins like antifreeze.
I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh. After a long deliberation with myself, I’ve chosen a simple beige sweater dress that skims my curves and brown, flat ankle boots to complete the look. I know I look nice, but I still feel a flicker of dread as I anticipate all the pleasantries which will be required of me tonight.
As I wait for my wings to finish crisping under the broiler, an incoming call distracts me. It’s my mom. I live in the basement apartment of our house and she’s literally two floors above me but is probably still in bed, so this is how we typically communicate with each other.
“Hey, Ma.”
“Hi, honey!”
I can already tell by her simple but upbeat greeting that she knows I’m going to Kyle’s. I may not be the most social being on the planet, but the way she worries about me becoming an underemployed recluse is almost offensive.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a saccharin-like voice, pretending not to know what my plans are. “Were you busy?”
“I’m getting dressed.”
“Oh, are you going out tonight?”
I roll my eyes to myself. She’s a horrible actress.
“Yes, Kyle and Dena are having some friends over at the house, and I promised to bring chicken.”
“Oh, that’s what I smell.”
“You want me to set you aside some? They’re almost done.”
“No, take it all over to Kyle’s. I’ll eat something later.”
“What time are you going to get up?” I ask, wondering how long she plans on staying in bed today. “It’s six o’clock.”
“You worry about me too much, sweetie. I’m just a little tired from the long week. I’ll get up in a few. Anything else going on besides Kyle’s tonight?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? Because something seems different in your voice?”
“Nothing’s different, Ma.”
I swear my mother has an acute spider-sense when it comes to her children. I’ve never been good at hiding anything from her, and Kyle hasn’t even bothered to try. He just tells her everything and lets the chips fall where they may.
“Is Elijah going with you to your brother’s tonight?”
I’m going to kill Kyle if he snitched.
“He wasn’t invited.”
“Don’t be silly. Of course he’s invited. He’s your boyfriend.”
Barely.
“Yeah, uh, I’m just kidding. I’m flying solo tonight.”
“Oh, is Elijah at work? It’s so commendable that he works as hard as he does. Our young people need to see more outstanding police officers like him in the community.”
“Yeah, he has a shift tonight.”
“You should bring him over for dinner next week. I’d love to get to know him better. I’ll even fire up the grill.”
“It’s the dead of winter and you hate to grill. What you’re really saying is you want me to grill.”
“Well, it’s no secret that you’re the better cook around here, but I’m sure Bruce could help if you need a second pair of hands.”
“It would be nice if Mr. Solomon paid me for my work before you invited him over for another free meal.”
There’s a pregnant pause between us.
Dammit, I shouldn’t have said that.
“I don’t think I like what you’re insinuating about Bruce. He gave you a job when no one else would. He gave you a job when you threw away your future by quitting college.”
How many times have I heard this before?
“I can always go back to college, Mom.”
“So why don’t you?”
We’ve had this conversation many times. My mother things the solution to all the problems of the world is to gain a higher education, but why would I go into major debt when I don’t have a clue what I want to study? It makes zero sense. She should applaud me for being fiscally smart.
“Why didn’t you ever harass Kyle like this about college?”
“Because he’s a plumber.”
“He wasn’t always a plumber, and I don’t remember you telling him that he threw his life away when he told you over a plate of blueberry pancakes that he wasn’t going to college if he couldn’t play football.”
“You can’t compare yourself to your brother. You’re two different people.”
“Just admit that you coddle your son and demand perfection from your daughter.”
“My son works at an honest trade, owns his own home, and is getting married in three weeks. My daughter lives at home, works for one of my friends, and has only brought her boyfriend home once to meet me.”
“Do you not hear yourself? I’m sorry to have been such a disappointment to you.”
“If that’s what you want to tell your therapist one day, have at it, but that’s not the truth. I treat you both differently because you need different things from me.”
I honestly don’t think my mother has been emotionally capable of giving me what I need since my father died, but that’s an argument for another day.
“I don’t want to get into this now.”
“And just so we’re clear, Bruce would never take advantage of you, Kaya. He’s been nothing but a godsend to this family ever since your dear father passed.”
“I don’t want to talk about Dad and Mr. Solomon in the same conversation.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“It’s not a crime for me to invite Bruce over for dinner from time to time. Your father has been gone for over fourteen years and we are all Bruce has left of him. I’m sure he misses him almost just as much as we do.”
All Bruce has left, my ass.
I’m quite aware that something subtly romantic has been brewing between my mother and Mr. Solomon for a very long time and I can be the first to admit that it makes me uncomfortable. He was my father’s closest friend. Simply put, anything romantic between them is inappropriate in my eyes, and I know Kyle agrees but he’ll just never say anything.
“You think I don’t know how long dad’s been gone?” I say angrily. “Stop pretending that we all don’t know what’s going on. If you’re sleeping with Mr. Solomon, just admit it, but that doesn’t mean I have to work for him for free.”
“Oh, is that how college dropouts talk to their mama’s now? To think that I gave birth to a child who would talk to me in this manner is so upsetting,” her voice cracks.
And now the waterworks begin.
Did I mention that my mother is a crier?
“I have to go or I’m going to be late,” I say flatly.
When my mother hangs up on me without a goodbye, I immediately feel terrible about our exchange, and I wish I hadn’t promised Kyle that I’d come over. I want to crawl into bed and forget today ever happened, so after considering all the ways I can back out of going to my brother’s tonight, I finally make the call.
“Hello?” I can barely hear Kyle’s voice over the sounds of classic house music in the background. The song selection takes me aback for a moment. Kyle is more of a modern hip-hop connoisseur. “Kaya?”
“Yeah, um, so I was thinking–”
“Did you cook the wings?” He’s practically yelling at this point. He can barely hear me.
“Kyle, I just had it out with Ma, and I’m thinking I should skip tonight. I’m in a crappy mood and I won’t be any fun.”
“I can’t hear you, Kay. It’s hectic in here. Just text me whatever it is.”
My brother ends the call, and a second later, I read an incoming text from my mother.
“Don’t let Kyle’s wings burn.”
***
As I walk up the front steps and knock on the front door with the toe of my boot (holding a tray of extra crispy Parmesan chicken wings), I can feel my heart thumping inside my chest. I take a few deep breaths and remind myself this is nothing to get worked up about. It’s a small gathering with a few of my brother’s closest friends who adore me. I will not allow the moment to overwhelm me or Brick’s presence to bother me. Besides, he probably hasn’t given me (or most of us here) a moment’s thought for years.
“You’re here!” Kyle exclaims as he opens the door for me.
“You sound surprised.”
“I kind of am.”
“I had to come. You basically blackmailed me.”
“That’s your problem, Kay,” he says, shaking his head. “You never trust in the brother-sister bond we have.”
“What?” I cock my head to the side in confusion.
“I wouldn’t rat you out to mom. Imagine me telling her anything about your sex life? Your body, your choice, baby sis’.”
“You mean I actually don’t have to be here and could have stayed in the comfort of my room tonight?”
“Bro’, that’s so sad.” He shakes his head in feigned disgust. “Just come on with those wings. People are hungry.”
There’s a gorgeous female deejay tucked into the corner of Kyle and Dena’s small living room playing old school house music, and I pray she’s not one of Kyle’s old flings. In a previous life, my brother had a reputation for sabotaging himself when it came to women while he was with Dena. I’ve got to admit, though, the deejay is good, and I sway my hips to the beat of the song she’s mixing as laughter echoes through the rest of the house.
“Hey, Kaya.”
“Hi, Tre.”
I’m greeted in the kitchen by Tre, a nice enough guy who works with Kyle at the plumbing company. He’s always cordial when I see him and is one of the more decent friends Kyle hangs out with. Sometimes I get the vibe that he’s attracted to me, but I know nothing would ever come of it because I’m taken and my brother would never allow it. When my father died, Kyle immediately stepped in as the protective male figure in my life and that’s who he’s always been. Father, brother, best friend.
“Kyle made you bring the wings?” he notices with a pleasant smile on his face.
“You know about them?”
“I think you made an extra pan for Thanksgiving one time and he brought them to work the next day. They’re amazing.”
“Oh, thanks.” I smile. “But it looks like I didn’t bring enough. I didn’t think Kyle was going to invite this many people,” I say as I wash my hands in the kitchen sink.
“Well, the party’s being thrown for a hometown celebrity, so I’m guessing that some of these extra people probably invited themselves.”
“Oh right, I didn’t consider the whole celebrity factor.” I use air quotes. “I guess that’s why Kyle went all out and hired a deejay?”
“Nah,” Tre chuckles. “She’s doing it for free. She just wanted an excuse to meet the hometown celebrity.”
“Of course,” I laugh with him, relieved that I had it all wrong. “I should have guessed.”
I notice a shift in the atmosphere as I finish arranging the platter of wings on the round kitchen table. It’s as if something or someone has entered the space and sucked all the oxygen out of it, exactly like that scene in Pride and Prejudice when Darcy and Bingley first enter the town’s local dance and everyone stops in their tracks. I even hear a female voice squeal and then another one quickly ordering her to be quiet.
Brick must be here.