“Sure, you just have a problem with that… kind,” Al y entered the conversation.
My heart sank further at the same time my gut twisted.
“Lee caught up with Eddie last night,” Indy explained.
“Eddie told Lee everything.”
“It isn’t like that,” I said.
“You can work here until you find another job.” Indy was done with me and turning away.
“Real y, it isn’t like that,” I said, getting desperate because I needed that job, it was a great job, I didn’t have time to look for another one and I liked them. They were fun.
If I wasn’t so exhausted al the time and working sixteen-hour days, I would have been having the time of my life. I didn’t want them to think I was a racist. That would seriously suck.
“I don’t wanna know what it’s like,” Indy said, moving away from the counter
Tex was staring at me, “I wanna know.”
“I’m not sure what to say.” Indy ignored Tex and turned back to me, “You always took off when he was around but I thought… forget it. Never mind.”
“I stil wanna know,” Tex said.
“It’s hard to explain,” I put in.
“I’l bet it is,” Al y said.
I closed my eyes and I was pretty sure I was gonna throw up.
Then Indy said to me, “He’s a good guy you know. His family has been in this country for three generations. He’s as American as you and me. His grandmother is even Irish Catholic, for God’s sake!” she ended up shouting.
I winced, like she’d hit me.
“You don’t have to tel me that. I don’t care if he’s only just come over the border!” I was getting kind of panicky.
Al y made a noise that sounded kinda like a snort, an angry snort.
“No, that didn’t sound right. You don’t understand,” I said.
“No. I don’t understand,” Indy said, leaning into me.
I tried to explain, “I just have a problem with his kind, his type. I always have. It isn’t only him, I have a problem with Lee’s guy, you know, the Native American one, Vance.” Indy looked like her head would explode.
Indy looked like her head would explode.
“No!” I yel ed, “That didn’t sound right either. I have kind of a problem with Lee, and Hank too!”
“What the f**k’s the matter with you!” Al y yel ed.
“It isn’t their ancestry. It’s that they’re hot!” I shouted.
Everyone went silent and stared at me.
I felt like an idiot, but I had to keep going.
“They’re hot, Eddie especial y. I get stupid and shy around good looking guys. I always did. Nothing I ever do is right, nothing I ever say. I try to avoid them; I found it’s the best way. The thing is, Eddie and I got caught alone in the kitchen and he was being kinda weird with me. I started panicking and I tried to explain that he was hot but it came out al wrong, ‘cause how do you tel a guy he’s hot? He got the wrong idea, got mad and left, and… um, that’s it.”
“Are you f**kin’ shittin’ me?” Tex said.