knew it would be big.â
I laughed. âAtta boy, Leo! Its always nice when beautiful boys are not only economically blessed, but blessed down below as well. I canât wait to meet him and congratulate him on his big dick.â
She cackled, clapping her hand on the side of her thigh. âYes, please say exactly that.â
âDone.â She knew I totally would. âNot that I donât enjoy all the junk talk here, but what I actually meant was Poughkeepsie is bigger than I thought.â Weâd pulled out of the station a few minutes ago, and Iâd expected to be in the country almost immediately.
âPoughkeepsie is decent sized, Bailey Falls is positively minuscule. You sure youâre up to this?â
âIâm not that citified, am I?â
âSweetie. Thereâs no Starbucks. No blow-dry bars. We have one cab, driven by a man named Earl, who wears glasses as thick as Coke bottles. Iâm not entirely sure theyâre not actual Coke bottles.â
âIâll be fine,â I answered, settling back against the seat. âI see youâre still driving this beast.â
âItâs not a beast, itâs a Jeep Wagoneer, a classic. They literally donât make them like this anymore.â
âThatâs true, you donât see much wood paneling these days, at least not on the outside of the car,â I replied, smoothing my hand across the side panel. My hand was resting on the window ledge, the air blowing in off the river, and with it a strange scent. âWhat am I smelling?â
âCountry.â She grinned and turned off onto a wooded two-lane highway.
âPerfect.â I smiled back. âWhenâs the barn dance?â
âThe what?â
âBarn dance. Councilman Bowman said thereâd be a barn dance. I bought a petticoat.â I was confused when she burst out laughing.
âOh sweetie,â she said, slapping her hand on the steering wheel. âHe must have been teasing you, thereâs no barn dance.â
âItâs not a real thing?â I asked, disappointed.
âOh, itâs a thing; just not this weekend. But Iâll look at the calendar and see when the next one is.â
âBut my petticoat,â I said, sniffing.
She just patted my hand and snickered once more.
As we drove, she began to point out landmarks, some designated as actual landmarks, and some Roxie landmarks.
âHereâs the spot where my Jeep broke down when I was in high school, and I had to walk two miles to the nearest house.Aaaand thereâs the Lightning Tree, gets struck by lightning at least once every summer, but the damn thing just never gives up and falls over. And hereâs the turnoff to The Tube, best swimming hole for miles.â
âA swimming hole? Explain please,â I said, not understanding. Sure, Iâd watched old TV shows where people were swimming in, well, swimming holes, but that couldnât be what she actually meant. Wait, right?
âA swimming hole. Youâve never gone to a swimming hole?â
âI once went swimming at a YMCA in the Bronx, does that count?â I asked.
âOh honey, youâre so pretty,â she said, shaking her head at me.
âI know,â I answered promptly. âContinue.â
âWell, itâs like a pond but itâs spring-fed, and itâs always moving, not stagnant.â
âCan you see the bottom?â
âMostly.â
âItâs not squishy and muddy?â
âA little bit, but itâs mostly just rocky.â
âThatâd freak me out. Who knows what the hell might be lurking in there.â I shuddered.
âYou swim in the ocean,â she said.
âSure, but itâs the ocean. Itâs not a hole in the ground.â
âYou come back next summer, and Iâll take you to a swimming hole.â
âI feel like I should say thank you.â
She gave me the side-eye.
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