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blanket.”
“ Shit.”
“ Just kidding.”
“ Don’t do that.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “She did see us.”
“ Considering we’re in plain sight, yeah. We were covered though.”
“ That’s a good thing.”
“ There is another good thing, Dean.”
“ What’s that?” he asked, almost afraid to.
“ It’s a good thing you’re blind, because Jenny Matoose was wearing a miniskirt.”
<><><><>
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Slam! Frank’s hand hit hard on the bar when he heard it. “What the fuck is that noise?” He listened again, still angry and irritated from losing six straight dart games. It continued, getting louder and louder in the near empty Social Hall. It also got to the point that Frank had to turn around and investigate this new noise. When he did he saw the reason for it—Jenny walking in a skip across the Social Hall. “Jenny! What the fuck. Am I gonna have to start calling you Rhoda?”
“ I hope you aren’t making a shoe reference.”
“ Well it certainly isn’t a Mary-Tyler-Moore reference.” He reached for his drink and cringed when she walked to him. “What?”
“ You are one nasty man.”
“ And you are ...” Frank couldn’t stop himself. He noticed what she wore and the man in him took over. His eyes skimmed down, looking at the little skirt she wore and her dimpling legs. Frank shuddered. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“ Quit it about the shoes, Frank. Are you going to make fun of Ellen when she wears hers as well?” Jenny asked.
“ Ellen won’t wear them. I won’t let her.”
Jenny laughed at him . “Oh yeah?” She held up the shoes and slammed them on the bar. “Here are Ellen’s.”
“ No way.” Frank slid them down.
“ Hers. Are you seeing her tonight?”
“ Yeah.”
“ Can you give her them?”
“ No,” Frank answered abruptly. “You give her them. Weren’t you supposed to drop them off at Dean’s?”
“ I went to Dean’s but they were kind of busy.”
Frank scoffed . “They were too busy to let you drop off hideous shoes? It was an excuse. Ellen just doesn’t want them. They were lying to you.”
“ I hardly think two people lying on the floor naked is a ...” She saw Frank look up suddenly from his drink. “A uh ... uh ... I have to go.” She spun way. “John?”
“ Jenny.” Frank jumped in her path. “What ... what did you just say?”
“ Nothing.”
“ No. What did you just say?” He didn’t get an answer. “Fuck it. I know what you said.” He started to leave.
“ Frank.” Jenny grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”
“ What are they doing, Jenny?”
“ Why do you care? So what? Let it go and talk to her later.”
“ Let it ...” Frank let out a shocking breath. “Let it go? Oh, I don’t think so.” He pulled from her reach and charged out of the door.
“ Shit.” Jenny spun around confused, spotted John, and ran to him.
“ Hey, Jen, what ...” John stopped speaking when Jenny stole his phone from his belt. “What are you doing?”
“ Warning someone.” Jenny began to dial.
<><><><>
Laughing and wearing Dean ’s shirt, Ellen bent down to the floor and picked up the swatch of color that Jenny must have dropped in her rush out. “Blue.”
“ What is?” Dean stood up zippering his pants.
“ This, see?”
“ El.”
“ Sorry. It’s a swatch of fabric so I can see the color for the bridesmaids’ dresses. It’s blue, very blue.” Her head turned to the phone ringing. “Where is the phone? Did you see it?”
“ El.”
“ Sorry. I mean ...” She moved to toward the dining room, following the sound. “Here it is.” She picked it up off the cabinet that sat between the living room and dining room. “Hello?”
“ Ellen,” Jenny said her name, grateful that she answered.
“ Jenny, you took my shoes.”
“ Ellen, listen to me. I’m sorry ...”
“ Jenny, let it go.”
“ No, listen. Frank’s on his way over. I
“ Shit.”
“ Just kidding.”
“ Don’t do that.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “She did see us.”
“ Considering we’re in plain sight, yeah. We were covered though.”
“ That’s a good thing.”
“ There is another good thing, Dean.”
“ What’s that?” he asked, almost afraid to.
“ It’s a good thing you’re blind, because Jenny Matoose was wearing a miniskirt.”
<><><><>
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Slam! Frank’s hand hit hard on the bar when he heard it. “What the fuck is that noise?” He listened again, still angry and irritated from losing six straight dart games. It continued, getting louder and louder in the near empty Social Hall. It also got to the point that Frank had to turn around and investigate this new noise. When he did he saw the reason for it—Jenny walking in a skip across the Social Hall. “Jenny! What the fuck. Am I gonna have to start calling you Rhoda?”
“ I hope you aren’t making a shoe reference.”
“ Well it certainly isn’t a Mary-Tyler-Moore reference.” He reached for his drink and cringed when she walked to him. “What?”
“ You are one nasty man.”
“ And you are ...” Frank couldn’t stop himself. He noticed what she wore and the man in him took over. His eyes skimmed down, looking at the little skirt she wore and her dimpling legs. Frank shuddered. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“ Quit it about the shoes, Frank. Are you going to make fun of Ellen when she wears hers as well?” Jenny asked.
“ Ellen won’t wear them. I won’t let her.”
Jenny laughed at him . “Oh yeah?” She held up the shoes and slammed them on the bar. “Here are Ellen’s.”
“ No way.” Frank slid them down.
“ Hers. Are you seeing her tonight?”
“ Yeah.”
“ Can you give her them?”
“ No,” Frank answered abruptly. “You give her them. Weren’t you supposed to drop them off at Dean’s?”
“ I went to Dean’s but they were kind of busy.”
Frank scoffed . “They were too busy to let you drop off hideous shoes? It was an excuse. Ellen just doesn’t want them. They were lying to you.”
“ I hardly think two people lying on the floor naked is a ...” She saw Frank look up suddenly from his drink. “A uh ... uh ... I have to go.” She spun way. “John?”
“ Jenny.” Frank jumped in her path. “What ... what did you just say?”
“ Nothing.”
“ No. What did you just say?” He didn’t get an answer. “Fuck it. I know what you said.” He started to leave.
“ Frank.” Jenny grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”
“ What are they doing, Jenny?”
“ Why do you care? So what? Let it go and talk to her later.”
“ Let it ...” Frank let out a shocking breath. “Let it go? Oh, I don’t think so.” He pulled from her reach and charged out of the door.
“ Shit.” Jenny spun around confused, spotted John, and ran to him.
“ Hey, Jen, what ...” John stopped speaking when Jenny stole his phone from his belt. “What are you doing?”
“ Warning someone.” Jenny began to dial.
<><><><>
Laughing and wearing Dean ’s shirt, Ellen bent down to the floor and picked up the swatch of color that Jenny must have dropped in her rush out. “Blue.”
“ What is?” Dean stood up zippering his pants.
“ This, see?”
“ El.”
“ Sorry. It’s a swatch of fabric so I can see the color for the bridesmaids’ dresses. It’s blue, very blue.” Her head turned to the phone ringing. “Where is the phone? Did you see it?”
“ El.”
“ Sorry. I mean ...” She moved to toward the dining room, following the sound. “Here it is.” She picked it up off the cabinet that sat between the living room and dining room. “Hello?”
“ Ellen,” Jenny said her name, grateful that she answered.
“ Jenny, you took my shoes.”
“ Ellen, listen to me. I’m sorry ...”
“ Jenny, let it go.”
“ No, listen. Frank’s on his way over. I
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