Calvin Walker
I mean, I know that it might not be appropriate the way I dress but cut a girl some slack! It was hot outside. I’m walking down the street minding my own business and planning a church function for Sunday after service concludes when I just get hit with this wave of…heat. Frankie the painter two doors down walked by and that’s enough to cause any woman to sweat. That man is sexy and I always think about that one time we ran into each other not long after my wedding but it was totally innocent. Just a kiss. Or twelve.
Anyway, I get hit with this heat and I have to stop and breathe because my doctor always tells me that I need to focus on my breathing. He’ll put his hand right on my heart and massage it, telling me it’s the most important thing I have in this world and that I should take care of it. He’s got such soft hands and I’ve been trying to convince him to join our congregation but for some reason his wife is hell bent on staying at that episcopalian church clear on the other side of town. She and I never have been very close since that one time she caught me with her ex-husband Levi back in 2007 at the state fair after my rendition of “Gimme More
Anyway, I stopped to breathe, unzipped my shirt and let a cool breeze take over my body and the whole town is talking about me now. I don’t let it bother me. I know there’s only one person in the whole wide world fit enough to judge me and he ain’t living next door. He’s living upstairs.
