Page 71 of Legend
“How far is the house from the gates?” I asked him.
Shrugging, he muttered, “Like a mile and a half. Ok, there’s the house.”
I looked from him over to the screen. A house? I stared. Not really, it looked like a hotel but all brick and three stories high. Unlike the plantation style of homes that were out here, this was not southern style. It looked maybe East Coast style orsomething. The driveway went circular and our car stopped in front of huge steps. Like they had at large courthouses.
I tapped the screen to shut it off as the limo had stopped.
The door opened.
I grabbed Legend’s hand and squeezed it as I told him, “Remember, greased lightning.”
He actually laughed.
I smiled. “See? Face him with joy and be friendly, but commit to nothing.”
“Wow, babe. He could use you at one of his corporations,” he mused.
I shook my head. “Nah, I have a job.”
Legend scooted out across the seat and stood in the driveway. “Where at? You never told me.”
‘You.” I grinned at him. “My job is you for now.”
He chuckled. “Glory, a person cannot be a job.”
“Hey, I have my degree in psychology and I still couldn't reach you.”
“But that’s all over with now,” he replied.
“Maybe, but now we have this emotional rollercoaster of a ride coming up fast.” I motioned upward at the huge estate house.
“I've been reached and teached.” He gave me a wink.
“No, Legend, no made up rapping please?”
He fake pouted.
I laughed at his little boy expression. “Look, I know you and Liberty used to do that until your sides were splitting from laughter. But I’m not sure this is the time or place.”
“I do it when I’m nervous.”
I looked from the monstrous house to his face. “What?”
“When I’m nervous sometimes?”
I laughed. “I never saw that. How could I have missed it?”
“I hid it well.” He shrugged.
“Yes, you have been extremely good at doing that, alright. Ok then, I will be having a therapy session with you later.”
He shook his head and joked, “I know what kind of therapy I wanna have.”
“Sir?” a voice interrupted us.
Legend turned to look at Oscar.
“Please follow Tito upstairs,” the chauffeur said formally. “I will be bringing your bags up.”
