Free Hope For Garbage by Alex Tully Page B

the Discovery Channel on—something about black holes in the universe.
    “So how w as your date last night kid?”
    Trevor jumped half out of his seat. “Jesus, Mr.T!  I thought you were sleeping.  You scared the crap out of me.”
    Mr.T ’s eyes were still closed but there was a smirk on his face.  “Sorry I scared you.”
    An overwhelming sense of relief came over Trevor.  “Well, I guess I should be asking you how your date went.  Obviously not great, since you ended up in the hospital.”
    At this Mr.T opened his eyes and smiled. “Ha Ha.  They said it was a minor heart attack.  I’m just waiting for the doctor to come and give me the okay to go home.”
    Trevor sat up in his chair.  “Heart attack?  Carol told me it was an ulcer.”
    “I told her not to worry you kid.  I’m fine really.  They told me to change my diet, blah, blah.”
    Mr.T proceeded to tell Trevor about the dinner, having the chest pain, and thinking it was indigestion.  Trevor felt a knot forming in his stomach.  He knew Mr.T was getting up there, but he couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him.
    Mr.T must have sensed his worry, “Really kid, it’s nothing.  I want to hear more about your night.  Anything good happen?”  He lifted his eyebrows up and down.
    Trevor hesitated.  He wasn’t sure how to answer this.  Up to this point he had been pretty honest with Mr.T.  But that was probably because he never asked any tough questions.  He always minded his own business and didn’t get too personal.
    Trevor took a deep breath.  “I think I need to end things with Bea.  I’ve only known her a few days, and things are getting way too complicated, way too fast.  I just can’t deal with all the drama anymore.”
    A frown came over Mr.T’s face, “Really?  What’s the drama?”
    Trevor closed his eyes and just decided to spill it.  He couldn’t keep something this big bottled up inside. “Bea’s mom came onto me last night ,” he blurted out.
    H e tried to gauge Mr.T’s reaction, but to his surprise, the old man showed no reaction at all.  Trevor waited, “Well?  Aren’t you going to say something?”
    Mr.T suddenly burst into laughter, “Are you pulling my leg?”
    Trevor sighed, “No, I’m serious.  And it’s all your fault.”
    “Oh really!  Do tell!”  Mr.T’s eyes sparkled.  He was loving this.
    “Evelyn had to give me a ride home when you didn’t show.”
    “Ooooh, Evelyn?” Mr.T chuckled.  “So I see we’re on a first name basis.”
    Trevor fell back into his chair, “ Mr.T this is serious!”
    Mr.T stopped smiling, “Okay kid, no more joking—promise.  So, what happened?  Did you…you know?”
    “No!  She just came on really strong and I told her it was wrong, and she took me home.  That’s it.”
    Mr.T looked disappointed, “That’s it?”
    Trevor didn’t want to talk about it anymore, “That’s it.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 15
     
     
    Bea had been crying.  Lorene could tell as soon as she came in the door.  She had just picked up the dry cleaning and was in a hurry to get dinner started. Bea was lying on the couch, staring out the window.  Her eyes were red and puffy and the expression on her face said it all.  This couldn’t be good; Bea didn’t cry very often.
    Lorene walked over and sat on the couch next to her, “Bea honey, what’s going on?”
    “I don’t want to talk about it ,” she said quietly.
    Bea didn’t need to say anymore.  Lorene knew this had to be about the boy.   She handed Bea a box of tissues.  “Please talk to me Bea.  Is it about Trevor?”
    Bea reached down into her bag that was lying on the floor and pulled out her cell phone.  “I got this voicemail from him today.”  She pushed the voicemail button and put it on speaker so Lorene could hear.  It wasn’t a long message; Trevor simply said he didn’t think it was going to work out between them.  It wasn’t anything Bea did; it was all