Turn to Me:Chapter 5
As he handed Rhett’s license back to him along with a pair of keys on a keychain, he said, “Now, you boys know this storm could be pretty bad tonight, right?”Rhett nodded. “Yes sir, we’re prepared.” Next to him, Link shook his head dubiously.
“Well, if you run into trouble, there’s an emergency radio and a crank flashlight in the supply closet, along with an axe if you need to chop more wood for the stove.”
Rhett thanked him and rolled up the window. As he started driving up the winding mountain road, he said cheerfully, “See? We’ll be fine. There’s an axe.”
Link scratched at his chest. “I don’t ever want to hear the word ‘axe’ again.”
Rhett laughed. “Has your hair started growing back yet?”
“Not really, but it itches like the dickens.”
Rhett rubbed at his own chest. “Yeah, mine’s getting there too.” He grinned evilly. “What did Christy think of it, anyway? Did she like her fourteen—”
Link held up a hand. “Stop there, man. I can’t believe you’re still trying to make it weird. It’s like you’re obsessed with prepubescent boys.”
“It’s not weird to talk about what your wife may or may not be into. We used to talk about that kind of thing all the time.”
“Yeah, when we were actually fourteen.” Rhett laughed in response. Link continued, “Besides, I could be completely hairless and it would still be obvious that I am a fully grown man with all the virility that entails.” He over-enunciated the word, making it sound especially lascivious.
“Oh ho, is that so?” Rhett looked over to see Link looking at him defiantly, cheeks flushed.
“Yeah, man,” Link said. “You look pretty different from when you were that age too, you know.”
“Aw, Link, I didn’t realize you’d noticed.”
“Maybe we should do a new challenge next year and the loser has to get a full-body wax this time. We’ll see who’s the real man then.”
Rhett laughed again. “I can only imagine who we’d get to sponsor that one.”
Link sounded more cheerful now that the conversation had moved on from his personal anatomy. “Yeah, we probably wouldn’t be able to air the whole thing… and poor Jason might never forgive us for having to edit it.”
They talked around the idea a bit more, getting increasingly silly about it as they wound further up the mountain. It was almost noon by the time they pulled up to the small cabin set back from the road. The snow was coming down heavily and starting to accumulate on the ground.
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