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Authors: Elle James
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course it ain’t him. Dat frog dôn look nothin’ like Craig.”
“How you know what Craig looks like as a frog? Have you seen him yet?”
“Course not, fool. I tink he’d look like a lot smarter frog den dat. Dat one’s hoppin’ away like it dôn know me.”
Craig croaked a laugh, heading for the bait shack.
Larry cupped a hand to his mouth and yelled. “Craig!”
Both men wore the maintenance uniforms of Littington Enterprises, crumpled and dirty from a hard day’s work cleaning and performing maintenance on oil refinery equipment..
“Hey, Dawg.” Larry pointed.” You thank dat be Craig?”
Mo leaned down and inspected him again. “Nah, I told you, dis frog looks too dumb.”
“Yeah, but you know how Dawg hangs wit’ de man like he ain’t got any better sense.”
Mo scratched his head and frowned. “Dat you, Craig? If it is, hop twice.”
Craig rolled his eyes, a technique infinitely easier as a frog. He hopped twice.
Larry grinned widely and rocked back on his heels. “What do you know. It is Craig.”
“Yeah,” Mo grumbled, “but he still dôn look too smart.”
Larry planted a hand on his hip. “Have you ever seen a smart frog, Mo?”
“Guess you got a point.” Mo dropped to the step beside Craig. “Hey, man, Larry and I got dis ting figured out.”
Craig nodded his head, hoping to encourage Mo to continue.
“We tink we got you some ways out of dis problem.”
All right already, spit it out. Would they go and plead with the old bat to free his body to return to normal? Would they sacrifice themselves to allow him to be free?
Larry plopped onto the stoop and pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket, carefully straightening it. “We made a list of candidates.”
Candidates? Oh no, not them too. Between Larry, Mo and Uncle Joe, they’d have him married off before the sun rose on a new day.
“Yeah, we figured you could use some help being as you’re a little short on time.” Larry snickered. “Short, get it?”
Mo elbowed him. “Get on with it.”
“Anyway, we thought of every single woman in de parish who might fall for you. Top of de list is DeeDee DuBois.” Craig’s groan came out as a ribbet , and Larry lifted a hand. “Jes hear me out. She’s twenty-four and available. Better still, she dôn have no prospects.”
“Larry put her on da list. Personally, I couldn’t get past her slack jaw and pock marks, but she’d be willing and would fall in love within de first fifteen minutes of a date. Hell, she’d fall in love with a warthog, she’s dat desperate.”
Craig used his front foot to make a gagging motion.
“No?” Larry looked down the list. “Maddie Golinski.”
“She’s too young. Didn’t we scratch her off de list? She’s only fifteen. Give it to me.” Mo snatched the list and continued down.
“How about Lisa LeBieu?”
Craig swung his head side to side in a swift motion. No way. She was the one who got him into this pickle in the first place.
“Guess not.” Mo ran his finger further down the list. “I’m sorry to say, but dis town dôn have many unattached girls. All de good ones done been spoke for. You gonna have to settle for one of de not so good ones.”
Craig hung his head.
“Cheer up, buddy. At least you be seeing dem at night. If you find a dark enough place, you can pretend she’s pretty.” Larry smiled. “Dat’s what I do.”
“You be a sad, sad little man, Larry.”
Larry frowned and stood. “Am not.”
Mo rose, a full two inches taller than Larry. “Are too.”
“Not.”
“Too.”
Larry’s frown lifted. “Hey, I just remembered. What about my sister, Josephine?”
Craig remembered a gangly pre-teen in pigtails. Josie, the little girl who used to kick him in the shins.
“You haven’t seen Josie in eight years. She be all growed and not half bad to look at.”
Mo crinkled his eyes into a narrow squint and touched a finger to his chin. Finally, he shrugged. “Hate to admit it, but Larry’s got
“How you know what Craig looks like as a frog? Have you seen him yet?”
“Course not, fool. I tink he’d look like a lot smarter frog den dat. Dat one’s hoppin’ away like it dôn know me.”
Craig croaked a laugh, heading for the bait shack.
Larry cupped a hand to his mouth and yelled. “Craig!”
Both men wore the maintenance uniforms of Littington Enterprises, crumpled and dirty from a hard day’s work cleaning and performing maintenance on oil refinery equipment..
“Hey, Dawg.” Larry pointed.” You thank dat be Craig?”
Mo leaned down and inspected him again. “Nah, I told you, dis frog looks too dumb.”
“Yeah, but you know how Dawg hangs wit’ de man like he ain’t got any better sense.”
Mo scratched his head and frowned. “Dat you, Craig? If it is, hop twice.”
Craig rolled his eyes, a technique infinitely easier as a frog. He hopped twice.
Larry grinned widely and rocked back on his heels. “What do you know. It is Craig.”
“Yeah,” Mo grumbled, “but he still dôn look too smart.”
Larry planted a hand on his hip. “Have you ever seen a smart frog, Mo?”
“Guess you got a point.” Mo dropped to the step beside Craig. “Hey, man, Larry and I got dis ting figured out.”
Craig nodded his head, hoping to encourage Mo to continue.
“We tink we got you some ways out of dis problem.”
All right already, spit it out. Would they go and plead with the old bat to free his body to return to normal? Would they sacrifice themselves to allow him to be free?
Larry plopped onto the stoop and pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket, carefully straightening it. “We made a list of candidates.”
Candidates? Oh no, not them too. Between Larry, Mo and Uncle Joe, they’d have him married off before the sun rose on a new day.
“Yeah, we figured you could use some help being as you’re a little short on time.” Larry snickered. “Short, get it?”
Mo elbowed him. “Get on with it.”
“Anyway, we thought of every single woman in de parish who might fall for you. Top of de list is DeeDee DuBois.” Craig’s groan came out as a ribbet , and Larry lifted a hand. “Jes hear me out. She’s twenty-four and available. Better still, she dôn have no prospects.”
“Larry put her on da list. Personally, I couldn’t get past her slack jaw and pock marks, but she’d be willing and would fall in love within de first fifteen minutes of a date. Hell, she’d fall in love with a warthog, she’s dat desperate.”
Craig used his front foot to make a gagging motion.
“No?” Larry looked down the list. “Maddie Golinski.”
“She’s too young. Didn’t we scratch her off de list? She’s only fifteen. Give it to me.” Mo snatched the list and continued down.
“How about Lisa LeBieu?”
Craig swung his head side to side in a swift motion. No way. She was the one who got him into this pickle in the first place.
“Guess not.” Mo ran his finger further down the list. “I’m sorry to say, but dis town dôn have many unattached girls. All de good ones done been spoke for. You gonna have to settle for one of de not so good ones.”
Craig hung his head.
“Cheer up, buddy. At least you be seeing dem at night. If you find a dark enough place, you can pretend she’s pretty.” Larry smiled. “Dat’s what I do.”
“You be a sad, sad little man, Larry.”
Larry frowned and stood. “Am not.”
Mo rose, a full two inches taller than Larry. “Are too.”
“Not.”
“Too.”
Larry’s frown lifted. “Hey, I just remembered. What about my sister, Josephine?”
Craig remembered a gangly pre-teen in pigtails. Josie, the little girl who used to kick him in the shins.
“You haven’t seen Josie in eight years. She be all growed and not half bad to look at.”
Mo crinkled his eyes into a narrow squint and touched a finger to his chin. Finally, he shrugged. “Hate to admit it, but Larry’s got
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