Crash and Burnout, Part 8
Posted on Mon Feb 19th, 2018 @ 2:38am by Unawakened Devon Spencer
Location: Newport News, Virginia
Timeline: Saturday, 13 March 2010
Tags: Devon, Dev, Deo, Aminta, Spencer, Bobbie, Mitchum, Harvey, Nussbaum
Previously, “Tripping Balls Down the Rabbit Hole”
2:00 PM EST
Devon accepted the gift gratefully. He started eating when the doorbell rang again. Bobbie got a look of confusion and left to get the door. Deo paused abruptly in his eating, “uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh?” Harvey arched a single bushy eyebrow, “I don’t like the sound of ‘uh-oh,’ kid.”
Moments later Aminta Spencer, Devon’s mother marched into the room. She wore a dark green peacoat over buff slacks with brown boots. A white blouse peeked from under the collar of the coat, complimenting her honey bronze skin and long, black, wavy hair. Today she bound her locks back with a modest white hair band. A touch of emerald eyeshadow drew attention to her long, thick lashes while gloss brought out the fullness of lips that were, at the moment, pursed with worry. She seemed surprised by Harvey’s presence but she kept her focus on Deo.
She rounded the bed and placed a hand on his forehead, “You feel cold and clammy and your skin is pale. At least you’re eating but I don’t recommend sweets. They upset your stomach.” She rocked back on her heel, crossing her arms, and giving her son a look of knowing suspicion. “Nothing bad, hmmm…?” She spared a glance to greet the other guest, “Hello, Harvey, how long has he been like this?”
“Uh….” Harvey visualized a guillotine with his name on it. “He barfed his guts out on Tuesday and I sent him home?”
“We aren’t playing ‘Jeopardy!’, Harvey.” She peered.
“It’s not what you think, Mama,” Deo drew her fire once again. “Tina checked me out and after that, I went to the Emergency Room. There isn’t anything wrong.”
“Obviously something is wrong since you’re laid up in bed.” Aminta gestured.
Devon lowered his gaze, “I triggered Sunday night. By Tuesday I was in full panic mode.”
“Triggered,” his mother immediately shifted to a mood of gentle concern. She gestured Harvey off the bed so she could sit. “Deo, what happened to trigger you?”
Deo flicked his gaze to Bobbie and shrank on himself, “It’s a bit … private, Mama.”
“You’ve never hidden this from me before, Deo,” she took him by the hand for a tender squeeze. “Come on, don’t shut me out, now. Maybe I can help. Have you seen Natalie?”
“Yeah, she helped me figure out what happened,” he nodded glumly.
“What did she say?”
“You have to promise me that you won’t freak out,” Devon peeked from under his lashes. Meanwhile, Harvey gesticulated “Warning! Warning!” frantically behind Aminta’s head. Devon frowned at him, Aminta looked over her shoulder but by then Harvey had moved to look like he smoothed back his hair.
“Alright…,” she replied warily.
Deo braced himself and let it go all at once. “The whole problem started when Bobbie and I got high. I told him I was finally ready to have sex.”
“You got HIGH?” Aminta shot to her feet in shock.
“You haven’t had SEX?” Harvey mirrored her expression.
Aminta rounded on Harvey, “Excuse me, but that is my son. Don’t encourage him!”
“Amy, that is your son–your 20-year-old son–who hasn’t had sex with this,” Harvey stepped behind Bobbie and placed his hands on the lad’s shoulders as if displaying a prized stallion. “Tell me, would 20-year-old Amy say ‘no’ to this?”
Bobbie now faced a scowling Aminta. He flashed an anxious smile and squirmed away. “Harvey, dude, leave me out of this?”
“My mother’s name is ‘Amy’?” Deo looked confused.
“As his mother, I’m rather relieved that my son chose to wait to have sex, especially when he was high!” She rounded on Deo with a scowl.
“Oh, shit,” Deo squeaked.
“Amy, that’s the point; you’re pleased! That means there’s something wrong with him!”
“I’m not very pleased right now!” Amy growled back at Harvey.
“So not helping, Harvey, !” Deo tasted calamitous mud.
“He’s a young man, Amy. Ya gotta let go sometime!”
“I might if only to strangle you, Harvey!” She gritted her teeth.
“Get in line, Mom,” Deo grumbled.
“Come on, Amy, sex is natural, especially with guys that look like this!” Harvey pleaded, “show your mother’s love for god’s sake! Can’t you see you’re suffocating his development?” He yanked Bobbie back in front.
“So not feeling suffocated!” Deo grinned desperately. In the meantime Bobbie yanked out of Harvey’s grip, glaring at him.
“I know who I want to suffocate about now!” Aminta balled her fists.
“Harvey, shut up!” Deo hissed.
“Amy, hon, I know it’s hard to think of the kids as becoming responsible, consenting adults but there comes a time to step back and accept reality. Don’t you want to enjoy your golden years?”
“My...?!?” She gasped, aghast and furious. Her fists shook until she found an outlet. Aminta stomped Harvey’s foot as hard as she could and whirled angrily on Deo, “We’ll talk later young man!” At that, she stormed out and slammed the door.
Harvey hopped on one foot in pain. “Riding boots, why does she always wear riding boots?”
Deo looked on in abject dismay, “Harvey, the fuck?”
“The fuck with me? The fuck with you! ‘Dealing with Parents: 101’, Dev,” The bearded bar-crawler wagged a reproachful finger. “Never mention sex or drugs to your mom. It never goes well!”
“Mom is relentless, Harvey!” Deo gestured at the door as if to illustrate a painfully obvious point.
Harvey rolled his eyes at his protege’s dense skull. “She’s gone, isn’t she?”
“Wait,” Deo drew back suspiciously. “You did all of that just to get her to leave?”
“Not all of it; you should be ashamed of yourself! You aren’t schtupping Bobbie? Jesus, Dev, men have needs–especially men like Bobbie! If he doesn’t get it from you, there are plenty of guys waiting in line!”
“Harvey, damn it!” Bobbie slapped the back of his friend’s head as Harvey did to him many times.
“Don’t give me that!” Harvey rubbed his head. “No wonder you two are so uptight and it makes sense as to why you are sick!” He pointed Devon. “I know a guy like Bobbie can be intimidating but do like my Grandma Gail says: ‘Eat Shabbat on Friday, rent a porno, and go to town. You’ll thank me later’.”
“Thank you for the card and cupcakes, Harvey!” Devon’s cheeks burned red with humiliation.
“Don’t mention it,” Harvey waved off the kindness as he opened the door. He stepped out, paused, and leaned back to give Devon a sly wink that looked more like he had a lash in his eye, “Shabbat Shalom!”
-To be continued-