Baby Cakes...

It’s 7pm at Aletha and Peyton’s house. Peyton’s is boiling water for pasta. She starts chopping vegetables and tosses them into the saucepan which is full of tomato sauce. She has garlic bread in the oven and wine chilling in the freezer. When the phone rings, Peyton turns to answer it and burns her hand on the pot of boiling pasta.


Peyton: Oh God damn it!

She answers the phone.

Peyton: Uh, hello.

Aletha: Hey babe, it’s me. What’s the matter? You sound like you’re in pain.

Peyton: Oh, nothing. I just burned the hell out of my hand trying to fix dinner.

Aletha: About dinner…I…

Peyton: Let me guess…you have to work late. No, no…you have a dinner appointment…that’s right a dinner appointment. Which one is it?

Aletha: Actually, I wanted to tell you that I wanted to take you out tonight. You deserve a break after the grueling summer you’ve spent working at the zoo. You shouldn’t have to work with the animals all day only to come home and have to work like an animal too.

Peyton: Well, I feel stupid. I’m sorry, I’d love to go out with you. Let me finish things up and take a shower. I’ll be ready around 9ish. Is that okay?

Aletha: Yes angel..that’s fine. See you soon.

Peyton: See you later. Bye-bye!

Peyton drains the pasta and dumps it into the tomato sauce. She takes the bread out of the oven and wraps it in foil. She turns off the eyes on the stove and washes her hands in the sink. The warm water feels like one million needles pricking her freshly burned skin.

Peyton: Ow! Crap! Shit!

Justice: Hey, hey, what’s up with all these expletives?

Justice walks up behind Peyton and wraps his arms around her waist. She leans back into his embrace and fills her lungs with the heavy musk that is lingering in the air around him.

Peyton: Hey! Oh, It’s nothing, I burned my hand cooking. But…now that you’re awake, why don’t you take a to go plate and well…go.

Justice: Oh, it’s like that huh? Use me and abuse me! I see how you do.

Peyton: Shut up boy, I was just trying to send you off to Africa properly. Couldn’t have you going on that long trip carrying the burden off all that sexual tension now could I?

She smiles a coy and mischievous smile.

Justice: Seriously girl. I want you to reconsider this situation you’re in. I think we’d make a good pair.

Peyton: Seriously Justice, I think you had better grab this food and go! Go on now!

Justice: Alright, alright…promise you’ll think about it.

Peyton: I promise now go!

Aletha walks in the kitchen.

Aletha: You promise what? Who are you talking to?

Justice walks into the room, food and keys in hand.

Justice: Thanks for the food baby cakes I’ll… uh oh.

Aletha: Yeah, uh oh is right…who are you?

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