The Short Lover Boy – Episode 4
~THE SHORT LOVER BOY~
*
By: Authoress Sharon~Ronnie✨✨
*
~CHAPTER FOUR~
~THE QUESTION~
*
~BECKY’S POV~
*
“Just once I wish we could have pastrami. Or beef curry, or shish kebab, or
blackened swordfish. Or blackened anything, for that matter. Everything on this
table is so white.”
*
I was sitting at dinner with my parents on a Monday night, gazing at the parched
chicken breast on my plate.
*
“There’s some spray paint in the garage,” my mom said, spooning gravy over her
mashed potatoes.
*
“You know what I mean. It seems like we have broiled chicken every Monday
night.”
*
“We do,” she said, smiling.
*
“I like broiled chicken,” said my dad. “On Monday afternoons I can’t wait to get
home and sink my fork into it.”
*
“That’s sweet, dear. Isn’t he nice, Becky?”
*
“We’re all nice. Sometimes it makes me want to scream.”
*
“Go ahead,” she said, “But please show a little consideration and do it in the next
room.”
*
“Every Tuesday, we have fish,” my dad recited happily.
*
“Every Wednesday is tuna casserole. Thursdays are pot roast. And on Fridays, we get wild and crazy. Either hot dogs or hamburgers – our choice!” *
I sighed.
My mom and dad had never been rich, so for most of my life we’d lived in an apartment downtown. Finally this past summer they’d saved up enough money to buy a home in a new development outside the city, and we’d moved to a land of freshly seeded lawns, tiny trees, and rows of identical Houses. For my parents, it was a dream come true. My Mom became avid gardener, and my dad took up puttering. Any time of night or day I’d see him the wandering the halls, a dazed grin on his face, carrying things like socket wrenches and needle nose pliers. *
“What are you doing, dad?” I’d ask him.
*
“Oh, just puttering around the house,” he’d say.
*
I never knew where he was going or where he’d been – I’m not sure he did, either –
but I could tell he was happy. So was my Mom. She subscribed to all the usual
home magazines, plus a few I’d never heard of: Molding Monthly Closet Beautiful,
you and your Faucets. Her latest thing was menu planning, based on the days of the
week.
*
“You know,” I said, salting the chicken, “sometimes I miss our apartment.”
*
“Yeah, this place has too much room,” said my dad.
*
My Mom nodded. “I miss hearing the neighbours fight.”
*
“I know it wasn’t perfect,” I said. “But I liked being able to walk outside anytime
and find people doing things. Maybe there was a policeman directing traffic or a
kid skateboarding or old Mr Thomas selling newspapers. Maybe I’d walk down a
few doors and buy a candy bar. Maybe I’d just sit on our steps and watch the cars
hit potholes in the street.”
*
“I’m sure we could arrange to get some potholes here,” said my mom.
*
“There were different kinds of people in the neighbourhood, too. They didn’t all have lawn mowers and minivans. Some of them didn’t even have kids.” *
“Shocking,” she said.
*
“There ought to be a Law,” said my dad.
*
I shook my head. “You guys are impossible.”
*
My mom reached over and gently put her hand on mine.
*
“Come on, honey. What do you expect from Mr and Mrs suburbia?”
*
It was a nickname they’d given themselves when we bought the house, and it
always made me smile. “I guess I don’t really mind living here, mom. And I do like
my school.”
*
“How’s Alice?” Asked my dad.
*
“Still looking for boys.”
*
He chuckled. “What’s she going to do when she finds one?”
*
“I don’t think it’ll happen for a while. She’s got her standards, you know.”
*
“What about you?” He asked.
*
“I’ve got standards, too.”
*
“I mean, how are you feeling about boys these days?”
*
“In general? Fine, I guess.”
*
“Is there anybody in particular that you like?” Asked my Mom.
*
I noticed my dad paying close attention. He’d been nervous about this topic ever
since I’d developed my first curves.
*
“Well, there is this one boy,” I said. “I don’t know if you could say I actually like
him. He’s kind of strange.”
*
“Oh great,” said
my dad.
*
“For instance, he wears a suit.”
*
“You mean like a jogging suit?”
*
“A suit, with a tie. Oh, and sneakers.”
*
“Naturally,” my mom said.
*
“He’s about four feet tall, and he’s got a skinny friend who follows him around
taking notes.”
*
My dad gave me a funny look. “Of all the boys at school, this is the one you
picked?”
*
“I didn’t pick him. I barely know him. I just think he’s interesting.”
*
“Does he have a name?” Said my mom.
“Sammy Carducci.”
*
“How did you Meet?” She asked.
*
“He was staring at me in the library today. You should have seen the expression
on his face. I thought he was going to throw up. Then he introduced himself and
fell over the book cart.”
*
“Sounds like a great kid,” my dad said.
*
“Ralph, please.”
*
“Mrs Stanford caught Alice and me talking to him, but he took the Blame.”
*
“That was nice,” said my mom.
*
“He even kissed my hand,” I said. “It was weird. But there was something sweet
about it.”
*
My dad raised his eyebrows.
*
“Okay, he’s different,” I said. “He probably doesn’t eat broiled chicken on Monday
nights. Maybe that’s who I think he’s interesting.” I looked down at my mashed
potatoes.
*
“I don’t even know why I’m talking about this.”
*
I was quiet for the rest of the meal, while my Mom and dad discussed their latest home projects. Later, I cleared the table and my mom served ice cream for dessert.
It was vanilla.
*
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*
“Tetherball,” snorted Alice. “You stand next to this pole, and there’s this ball tied onto it with a rope, and you hit the ball with your fist. What kind of sport is that?”
*
It was a couple of days later, and Alice and I were at recess, which was for us
meant sitting on a bench, watching the other kids play tetherball. Alice had a very
strong feelings on the subject.
*
“Most of the time,” she went on, “you miss the ball. But then if you do hit it, you practically break your head. Meanwhile, every time you raise your arm above your head, some boy’s Trying to look up your skirt.” *
“At least it’s exercise,” I pointed out.
*
“What is it they Say? ‘Horse’s sweat, men perspire, women glow’? Well, I’ve got news for them. When I exercise, I sweat. You want me to play tetherball? Fine. Just don’t ask me to go back to class afterward.” *
“Excuse me,” said a small voice behind us. We turned around and saw a third grade boy holding a crumpled pink slip toward Alice. “Are you Alice Biddle?” *
“That’s right.”
*
“I’m supposed to give you this.” He handed her the paper and scuttled off.
*
Alice unfolded the note. “It’s a summons to the nurse’s office. Something about dental plaque. And listen to this: ‘please do not bring any friends.’ ” *
I glanced at the slip. “The nurse’s handwriting sure isn’t very neat. Look at all the
fingerprints on this thing.”
*
“Well, if she wants to look inside my mouth, She’ll have to wash her hand first.”
Alice got up and smoothed her skirt. “I guess I’ll see you in class.”
*
When she was gone, I sat back on the bench, enjoying the warm breeze and sunshine. A few minutes later, Sammy Carducci came along, wearing his usual suit and sneakers. He was walking by himself with his hands in his pocket, whistling and making a show of looking in the other direction. In fact, his body was turned
so far that he was almost looking like a crab. As he drew near, he turned and saw
me.
*
“Let’s see,” he said, with one hand on his chin and the other pointing at me, “it’s,
uh, Becky, am I right?”
*
“Hi, Sammy,” I said.
*
“I don’t believe this coincidence. We meet on Monday, and whammo, I run across
you two days later on the playground.”
*
“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, all right.”
*
“Hey, you wouldn’t mind if i sat next to you there, would you?”
*
“Be my guest.”
*
He chuckled. ” ‘Be my guest’. I like that.”
*
He unbuttoned his jacket and slid onto the bench next to me. Or at least he tried to slide, but the bench
was a little tall and he ended up having to kind of hop onto it. Once he was seated, his feet dangled an inch or two above the ground.
He reached inside his jacket, pulled out a pack of gum, and offered me a stick.
*
“Juicy fruit,” he said. “Only the best.”
*
“No, thanks.”
*
He plucked a stick from the pack, unwrapped it, and folded it into his mouth.
*
“Keeps me relaxed,” he said.
*
I had to turn away to hide my smile. If this was relaxed, I’d hate to see him when he was tense. His eyes shifted around, his eyebrows wiggled like caterpillars, and a grin was pasted across his face that looked like something from a horror movie.
*
“You know, Becky, did I ever tell you how terrific you are?”
*
“Well, no,” I said. “We just met two days ago.”
*
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Right.” He thought for a minute, then said, “The first time I saw
you, there was this terrible rush.”
*
“You mean like a noise of some kind?”
*
“No, just this incredible, I don’t know, rush. You know, like a rush. I think it might have been a vibe or something.”
*
“Yeah, that’s it. I can’t believe how you knew exactly what I meant.
*
That’s incredible. In fact, I’m getting another rush just thinking about it.”
*
“Where’s your friend Gus?” I asked.
*
“Uh, playing kickball, I think.”
*
As a matter of fact, I’d just spotted Gus peeking at us from behind a tree. “Hey,
there he is. Hi Gus!” I called, waving.
*
Sammy, thinking attention was diverted, glared at the tree and made a quick
motion with his hand. Gus ducked out of sight. Then Sammy turned back to me,
shaking his head.
*
“Nah, must have been somebody else,” he said.
*
There was a long silence after that. Sammy peered out across the playground, anxiously tugging at his tie and picking lint off his pants. *
“Here comes Alice,” I said. “That’s funny; she looks upset.”
*
Sammy whirled towards me and in a strange voice bleated, “Wannagotothedance?”
*
“Pardon me?”
*
He cleared his throat. “The dance. Wanna go? With me? To the dance?”
*
“Sammy, how nice,” I said.
*
He kept glancing over toward Alice. The closer she got, the the more agitated he became. Finally he croaked, “I better leave.” *
“Don’t you want me to answer your question?”
*
“Uh, yeah,okay.” Alice was close now.
*
Sammy’s head swiveled back and forth between us like a high speed windshield
wiper.
*
“You seem a little nervous,” I said.
*
He tried to laugh nonchalantly, but it was more of a cackle. “Me, nervous? You
gotta be kidding.”
*
Alice approached, her eyes flashing.
*
“What happened?” I asked.
*
“I just made a complete fool of myself, that’s all. I walked into the nurse’s office and told Her I was there to have my dental plaque checked. She asked me if I thought I had a problem with plaque, which made it sound like my whole mouth was coated with the stuff. I said, No, but apparently you thought I did.’ I showed her the summons, and she said somebody must be playing a trick on me because the note was forged. Just about that time, a teacher came out from the back of the office, where he must have been standing the whole time. You know who it was? Mr Lawrence! I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life. He probably thinks my mouth is all diseased and I need dental surgery.” *
She clutched the summons in her hand and looked around the playground.
*
“Where’s that little kid who brought me this? I’m going to wring his neck.”
*
When Alice said the word neck, Sammy tugged at his collar, and all at once I knew who’d written the note. The third grader was innocent, of course. The real forger Was someone who wanted to get me alone for a few minutes. He’d succeeded but hadn’t allowed himself quite enough time. *
Suddenly the expression on Sammy’s face changed. You could almost see a light
bulb go on over his head. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Alice, “I don’t know of
you remember me.”
*
“You’re the guy from the library,” she said.
*
“Sammy Carducci’s the name. I was just talking to Miss Davidson here and couldn’t help but overhear what you were saying.” *
“If you breath
a word of this plaque stuff to anybody,” said Alice, “I’ll cut off your tie and stuff It
up to your nose.”
*
Sammy winced. “Actually, I thought I could help. Maybe I could make a few
discreet inquiries and find out who did it. Once i knew, I’d use some subtle
persuasion, if you know what I mean, to make sure it never, ever happened again.
Guaranteed.”
*
Alice eyed him suspiciously. “What’s in it for you?”
*
“The satisfaction of a job well done.”
*
“Let him do it, Alice,” I said. Sammy looked at me, surprised. I looked right back. “I have a feeling~THE SHORT LOVER BOY~
*
By: Authoress Sharon~Ronnie✨✨
*
~CHAPTER FOUR~
~THE QUESTION~
*
~BECKY’S POV~
*
“Just once I wish we could have pastrami. Or beef curry, or shish kebab, or
blackened swordfish. Or blackened anything, for that matter. Everything on this
table is so white.”
*
I was sitting at dinner with my parents on a Monday night, gazing at the parched
chicken breast on my plate.
*
“There’s some spray paint in the garage,” my mom said, spooning gravy over her
mashed potatoes.
*
“You know what I mean. It seems like we have broiled chicken every Monday
night.”
*
“We do,” she said, smiling.
*
“I like broiled chicken,” said my dad. “On Monday afternoons I can’t wait to get
home and sink my fork into it.”
*
“That’s sweet, dear. Isn’t he nice, Becky?”
*
“We’re all nice. Sometimes it makes me want to scream.”
*
“Go ahead,” she said, “But please show a little consideration and do it in the next
room.”
*
“Every Tuesday, we have fish,” my dad recited happily.
*
“Every Wednesday is tuna casserole. Thursdays are pot roast. And on Fridays, we get wild and crazy. Either hot dogs or hamburgers – our choice!” *
I sighed.
My mom and dad had never been rich, so for most of my life we’d lived in an apartment downtown. Finally this past summer they’d saved up enough money to buy a home in a new development outside the city, and we’d moved to a land of freshly seeded lawns, tiny trees, and rows of identical Houses. For my parents, it was a dream come true. My Mom became avid gardener, and my dad took up puttering. Any time of night or day I’d see him the wandering the halls, a dazed grin on his face, carrying things like socket wrenches and needle nose pliers. *
“What are you doing, dad?” I’d ask him.
*
“Oh, just puttering around the house,” he’d say.
*
I never knew where he was going or where he’d been – I’m not sure he did, either –
but I could tell he was happy. So was my Mom. She subscribed to all the usual
home magazines, plus a few I’d never heard of: Molding Monthly Closet Beautiful,
you and your Faucets. Her latest thing was menu planning, based on the days of the
week.
*
“You know,” I said, salting the chicken, “sometimes I miss our apartment.”
*
“Yeah, this place has too much room,” said my dad.
*
My Mom nodded. “I miss hearing the neighbours fight.”
*
“I know it wasn’t perfect,” I said. “But I liked being able to walk outside anytime
and find people doing things. Maybe there was a policeman directing traffic or a
kid skateboarding or old Mr Thomas selling newspapers. Maybe I’d walk down a
few doors and buy a candy bar. Maybe I’d just sit on our steps and watch the cars
hit potholes in the street.”
*
“I’m sure we could arrange to get some potholes here,” said my mom.
*
“There were different kinds of people in the neighbourhood, too. They didn’t all have lawn mowers and minivans. Some of them didn’t even have kids.” *
“Shocking,” she said.
*
“There ought to be a Law,” said my dad.
*
I shook my head. “You guys are impossible.”
*
My mom reached over and gently put her hand on mine.
*
“Come on, honey. What do you expect from Mr and Mrs suburbia?”
*
It was a nickname they’d given themselves when we bought the house, and it
always made me smile. “I guess I don’t really mind living here, mom. And I do like
my school.”
*
“How’s Alice?” Asked my dad.
*
“Still looking for boys.”
*
He chuckled. “What’s she going to do when she finds one?”
*
“I don’t think it’ll happen for a while. She’s got her standards, you know.”
*
“What about you?” He asked.
*
“I’ve got standards, too.”
*
“I mean, how are you feeling about boys these days?”
*
“In general? Fine, I guess.”
*
“Is there anybody in particular that you like?” Asked my Mom.
*
I noticed my dad paying close attention. He’d been nervous about this topic ever
since I’d developed my first curves.
*
“Well, there is this one boy,” I said. “I don’t know if you could say I actually like
him. He’s kind of strange.”
*
“Oh great,” said
my dad.
*
“For instance, he wears a suit.”
*
“You mean like a jogging suit?”
*
“A suit, with a tie. Oh, and sneakers.”
*
“Naturally,” my mom said.
*
“He’s about four feet tall, and he’s got a skinny friend who follows him around
taking notes.”
*
My dad gave me a funny look. “Of all the boys at school, this is the one you
picked?”
*
“I didn’t pick him. I barely know him. I just think he’s interesting.”
*
“Does he have a name?” Said my mom.
“Sammy Carducci.”
*
“How did you Meet?” She asked.
*
“He was staring at me in the library today. You should have seen the expression
on his face. I thought he was going to throw up. Then he introduced himself and
fell over the book cart.”
*
“Sounds like a great kid,” my dad said.
*
“Ralph, please.”
*
“Mrs Stanford caught Alice and me talking to him, but he took the Blame.”
*
“That was nice,” said my mom.
*
“He even kissed my hand,” I said. “It was weird. But there was something sweet
about it.”
*
My dad raised his eyebrows.
*
“Okay, he’s different,” I said. “He probably doesn’t eat broiled chicken on Monday
nights. Maybe that’s who I think he’s interesting.” I looked down at my mashed
potatoes.
*
“I don’t even know why I’m talking about this.”
*
I was quiet for the rest of the meal, while my Mom and dad discussed their latest home projects. Later, I cleared the table and my mom served ice cream for dessert.
It was vanilla.
*
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*
“Tetherball,” snorted Alice. “You stand next to this pole, and there’s this ball tied onto it with a rope, and you hit the ball with your fist. What kind of sport is that?”
*
It was a couple of days later, and Alice and I were at recess, which was for us
meant sitting on a bench, watching the other kids play tetherball. Alice had a very
strong feelings on the subject.
*
“Most of the time,” she went on, “you miss the ball. But then if you do hit it, you practically break your head. Meanwhile, every time you raise your arm above your head, some boy’s Trying to look up your skirt.” *
“At least it’s exercise,” I pointed out.
*
“What is it they Say? ‘Horse’s sweat, men perspire, women glow’? Well, I’ve got news for them. When I exercise, I sweat. You want me to play tetherball? Fine. Just don’t ask me to go back to class afterward.” *
“Excuse me,” said a small voice behind us. We turned around and saw a third grade boy holding a crumpled pink slip toward Alice. “Are you Alice Biddle?” *
“That’s right.”
*
“I’m supposed to give you this.” He handed her the paper and scuttled off.
*
Alice unfolded the note. “It’s a summons to the nurse’s office. Something about dental plaque. And listen to this: ‘please do not bring any friends.’ ” *
I glanced at the slip. “The nurse’s handwriting sure isn’t very neat. Look at all the
fingerprints on this thing.”
*
“Well, if she wants to look inside my mouth, She’ll have to wash her hand first.”
Alice got up and smoothed her skirt. “I guess I’ll see you in class.”
*
When she was gone, I sat back on the bench, enjoying the warm breeze and sunshine. A few minutes later, Sammy Carducci came along, wearing his usual suit and sneakers. He was walking by himself with his hands in his pocket, whistling and making a show of looking in the other direction. In fact, his body was turned
so far that he was almost looking like a crab. As he drew near, he turned and saw
me.
*
“Let’s see,” he said, with one hand on his chin and the other pointing at me, “it’s,
uh, Becky, am I right?”
*
“Hi, Sammy,” I said.
*
“I don’t believe this coincidence. We meet on Monday, and whammo, I run across
you two days later on the playground.”
*
“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, all right.”
*
“Hey, you wouldn’t mind if i sat next to you there, would you?”
*
“Be my guest.”
*
He chuckled. ” ‘Be my guest’. I like that.”
*
He unbuttoned his jacket and slid onto the bench next to me. Or at least he tried to slide, but the bench
was a little tall and he ended up having to kind of hop onto it. Once he was seated, his feet dangled an inch or two above the ground.
He reached inside his jacket, pulled out a pack of gum, and offered me a stick.
*
“Juicy fruit,” he said. “Only the best.”
*
“No, thanks.”
*
He plucked a stick from the pack, unwrapped it, and folded it into his mouth.
*
“Keeps me relaxed,” he said.
*
I had to turn away to hide my smile. If this was relaxed, I’d hate to see him when he was tense. His eyes shifted around, his eyebrows wiggled like caterpillars, and a grin was pasted across his face that looked like something from a horror movie.
*
“You know, Becky, did I ever tell you how terrific you are?”
*
“Well, no,” I said. “We just met two days ago.”
*
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Right.” He thought for a minute, then said, “The first time I saw
you, there was this terrible rush.”
*
“You mean like a noise of some kind?”
*
“No, just this incredible, I don’t know, rush. You know, like a rush. I think it might have been a vibe or something.”
*
“Yeah, that’s it. I can’t believe how you knew exactly what I meant.
*
That’s incredible. In fact, I’m getting another rush just thinking about it.”
*
“Where’s your friend Gus?” I asked.
*
“Uh, playing kickball, I think.”
*
As a matter of fact, I’d just spotted Gus peeking at us from behind a tree. “Hey,
there he is. Hi Gus!” I called, waving.
*
Sammy, thinking attention was diverted, glared at the tree and made a quick
motion with his hand. Gus ducked out of sight. Then Sammy turned back to me,
shaking his head.
*
“Nah, must have been somebody else,” he said.
*
There was a long silence after that. Sammy peered out across the playground, anxiously tugging at his tie and picking lint off his pants. *
“Here comes Alice,” I said. “That’s funny; she looks upset.”
*
Sammy whirled towards me and in a strange voice bleated, “Wannagotothedance?”
*
“Pardon me?”
*
He cleared his throat. “The dance. Wanna go? With me? To the dance?”
*
“Sammy, how nice,” I said.
*
He kept glancing over toward Alice. The closer she got, the the more agitated he became. Finally he croaked, “I better leave.” *
“Don’t you want me to answer your question?”
*
“Uh, yeah,okay.” Alice was close now.
*
Sammy’s head swiveled back and forth between us like a high speed windshield
wiper.
*
“You seem a little nervous,” I said.
*
He tried to laugh nonchalantly, but it was more of a cackle. “Me, nervous? You
gotta be kidding.”
*
Alice approached, her eyes flashing.
*
“What happened?” I asked.
*
“I just made a complete fool of myself, that’s all. I walked into the nurse’s office and told Her I was there to have my dental plaque checked. She asked me if I thought I had a problem with plaque, which made it sound like my whole mouth was coated with the stuff. I said, No, but apparently you thought I did.’ I showed her the summons, and she said somebody must be playing a trick on me because the note was forged. Just about that time, a teacher came out from the back of the office, where he must have been standing the whole time. You know who it was? Mr Lawrence! I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life. He probably thinks my mouth is all diseased and I need dental surgery.” *
She clutched the summons in her hand and looked around the playground.
*
“Where’s that little kid who brought me this? I’m going to wring his neck.”
*
When Alice said the word neck, Sammy tugged at his collar, and all at once I knew who’d written the note. The third grader was innocent, of course. The real forger Was someone who wanted to get me alone for a few minutes. He’d succeeded but hadn’t allowed himself quite enough time. *
Suddenly the expression on Sammy’s face changed. You could almost see a light
bulb go on over his head. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Alice, “I don’t know of
you remember me.”
*
“You’re the guy from the library,” she said.
*
“Sammy Carducci’s the name. I was just talking to Miss Davidson here and couldn’t help but overhear what you were saying.” *
“If you breath
a word of this plaque stuff to anybody,” said Alice, “I’ll cut off your tie and stuff It
up to your nose.”
*
Sammy winced. “Actually, I thought I could help. Maybe I could make a few
discreet inquiries and find out who did it. Once i knew, I’d use some subtle
persuasion, if you know what I mean, to make sure it never, ever happened again.
Guaranteed.”
*
Alice eyed him suspiciously. “What’s in it for you?”
*
“The satisfaction of a job well done.”
*
“Let him do it, Alice,” I said. Sammy looked at me, surprised. I looked right back. “I have a feeling it might be easy for him to find this person.” *
His face turned pale. As he stared at me, Alice thought it over. She usually took my advice pretty seriously. Finally she shrugged. “Well, okay. But I’m sure going to miss squeezing somebody’s neck and watching their eyes bug out.”
*
“You won’t regret this,” said Sammy. “In fact, I’m going to get started on it right
now.”
*
As he turned to leave, I said, “Sammy I just wanted to mention one thing
before you go.”
*
“What’s that?”
*
“The answer is yes.”
*
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*
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His face turned pale. As he stared at me, Alice thought it over. She usually took my advice pretty seriously. Finally she shrugged. “Well, okay. But I’m sure going to miss squeezing somebody’s neck and watching their eyes bug out.”
*
“You won’t regret this,” said Sammy. “In fact, I’m going to get started on it right
now.”
*
As he turned to leave, I said, “Sammy I just wanted to mention one thing
before you go.”
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“What’s that?”
*
“The answer is yes.”
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TBC
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