Gordy wanted to go home. He had to. Serena was waiting, but he couldn't. He drove around for the longest time wondering what he was doing and what was wrong with him. Somehow, when he woke up, he was in Floyd's driveway.
"You look sick, bro," Floyd said right away getting him into the house.
Lloyd fixed him a whiskey and Pepsi. "Now that'll take care of what ails you."
"I don't think it can." Gordy just sat there in Floyd's livingroom. Actually, Floyd did still live with his mother. He handed the drink back to Floyd. "Something happened."
He could barely talk about it, but he told him about Serena and the baby.
"Well, she was only pregnant for a few days, you know," Floyd shrugged.
"It doesn't matter." Gordy was so congested he could barely breath. Maybe he wasn't supposed to. Maybe he deserved not to breathe.
"You both need a break," Floyd gave him a pat on the back, but it didn't matter to Gordy he just felt numb. Only he remembered Emily. Her scent, like a thick chicken soup, was all he could smell even if he could barely manage air.
"I have to marry her," Gordy kept saying.
"This is not a good time to get married, dude. You both need to, what is it- mourn, yeah that's what it is and if she looks half as sick as you do, you better just sleep it off," Floyd told him about Serena.
"I've done a bad thing," Gordy squinted tears then.
"Like what? You hook up with Bella, again?" Floyd asked. "Now that's just sick, she's about to pop with your brother's baby, any day."
"She's got another month, Floyd." Gordy could barely hear himself. "That's not it, I've been with Emily." His chest ached when he said it aloud.
"You what? You messed around with B's little sister?"
"Why did I even tell you." Gordy squinted.
"Because we're bros and we keep each other from the hoes, that's why." Now Floyd had his arm around Gordy.
"That's not really helping, Floyd." Gordy sniffed. "I don't know what to do. Serena's alone. You gotta go to her. You gotta tell her I'm sick and I'm too sick, right now. That I just need some time, you know. I just don't want it to be a mistake. Please don't tell her about Emily. You won't, will you?"
"OK," Floyd nodded. "I promise I won't screw around with her or nothing."
"I should hope not." Gordy shivered.
"She's like my little sister, man." Floyd started to frown then. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY LITTLE SISTER!" He socked Gordy in the stomach then.
"Jesus! Floyd, are you high or something!" Gordy squinted in pain.
"No, but I sure need something right now." Floyd got up. "You do look pretty sick." Floyd sighed. "Maybe you should pick up something at Walgreens."
He picked up his cell. "I'll call Delia, she'll take care of you. Had to get my thinking cap on there, you know." He grinned like he knew what he was supposed to do now.
Gordy gnashed his teeth and held on to his stomach. Would anything ever go right, he wondered.