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if it was okay to sit next to her.
“Sure,” Linda said, and scooted over just a tad.
“I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?”
“Sort of, I guess. I only come every once in a while.”
“Well, it’s great to have you,” the woman, who was probably just a few years older than Linda, said with a smile. “I’m Amy.”
“Linda. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. So, if I may ask, why do you only come every once in a while?”
“I usually go to another church in the mornings, but I was out late last night. I overslept and missed that service.”
“I don’t believe there is such a thing as oversleeping on a Sunday. That’s what Sundays are for,” Amy said with a quick laugh.
“Can’t argue with that,” Linda replied, not sure what the woman’s intentions were. Was she hitting on Linda? After all, there were plenty of empty pews in the church. Why had she chosen to sit down next to Linda? She had a look that Linda liked—a look that sort of said “I’m proud of being a lesbian, but I still want to look feminine.”
“Certainly not. I hope you’ll oversleep more often, so we get to see you here again.”
Okay. She’s flirting with me. Damn, I wish I had done my hair. “Maybe I’ll do that,” Linda said, smiling nervously, trying to sit up straight. It wasn’t every day an attractive woman flirted with her. They chatted a bit more and started to get to know each other. Linda found Amy to be very interesting and well spoken. And, despite the fact that it was the beginning of the summer, Linda soon started thinking about what she always thought about when she began to hit it off with another woman—Christmas. She thought about Christmas and how this relationship might work out and how for the first time she wouldn’t be alone for the holidays. She would have someone to put up a tree with and kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve. She knew it was silly, but she couldn’t help it. The same way Pavlov’s dogs started salivating when they heard a bell, Linda thought about Christmas the moment an inkling of a relationship seemed to be budding.
The girls talked some more before a rotund woman with graying hair plopped down into the pew.
“Amy, who are you harassing now?” the woman joked.
“This is Linda,” Amy said to the woman before turning back to Linda. “And this is Harriet, my girlfriend.”
Linda tried not to let her face drop. “Nice to meet you,” Linda said, extending her hand and managing a smile.
“Yes, you too.”
Why the hell did she sit down next to me and start talking to me as if she were interested, Linda thought to herself as the large woman fished a name tag out of her equally large purse.
“I brought your name tag, Amy.”
“Oh, thanks,” Amy said, pinning it onto her blouse. It said “Amy Garland, Greeter.”
“You have to forgive Amy,” Harriet said to Linda. “She has a habit of not wearing her Greeter name tag, and then people wonder why this brazen woman is approaching them and asking them all sorts of questions.”
“Oh, no. I didn’t think that at all. I just figured she was being friendly,” Linda lied, offering a smile to Amy.
“Nope. Didn’t think that at all,” Linda repeated silently to herself as the music started, signaling the beginning of the Mass.
Another Short, Pudgy Man for Gina
G ina hated Mondays. She was usually hung over from the weekend. Not necessarily from drinking too much—more from just napping here and there and staying up late. She found it impossible to go to sleep early on Sunday nights. Not getting up until noon on Sunday mornings may have had something to do with it, not to mention that Entertainment Tonight ran a special hourlong weekend edition around midnight.
The night before, she had stayed up even later than usual. She didn’t leave the apartment the entire day or even get dressed. She watched reruns on channel five and napped off and on. It had definitely been a blue Sunday. She
“Sure,” Linda said, and scooted over just a tad.
“I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?”
“Sort of, I guess. I only come every once in a while.”
“Well, it’s great to have you,” the woman, who was probably just a few years older than Linda, said with a smile. “I’m Amy.”
“Linda. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. So, if I may ask, why do you only come every once in a while?”
“I usually go to another church in the mornings, but I was out late last night. I overslept and missed that service.”
“I don’t believe there is such a thing as oversleeping on a Sunday. That’s what Sundays are for,” Amy said with a quick laugh.
“Can’t argue with that,” Linda replied, not sure what the woman’s intentions were. Was she hitting on Linda? After all, there were plenty of empty pews in the church. Why had she chosen to sit down next to Linda? She had a look that Linda liked—a look that sort of said “I’m proud of being a lesbian, but I still want to look feminine.”
“Certainly not. I hope you’ll oversleep more often, so we get to see you here again.”
Okay. She’s flirting with me. Damn, I wish I had done my hair. “Maybe I’ll do that,” Linda said, smiling nervously, trying to sit up straight. It wasn’t every day an attractive woman flirted with her. They chatted a bit more and started to get to know each other. Linda found Amy to be very interesting and well spoken. And, despite the fact that it was the beginning of the summer, Linda soon started thinking about what she always thought about when she began to hit it off with another woman—Christmas. She thought about Christmas and how this relationship might work out and how for the first time she wouldn’t be alone for the holidays. She would have someone to put up a tree with and kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve. She knew it was silly, but she couldn’t help it. The same way Pavlov’s dogs started salivating when they heard a bell, Linda thought about Christmas the moment an inkling of a relationship seemed to be budding.
The girls talked some more before a rotund woman with graying hair plopped down into the pew.
“Amy, who are you harassing now?” the woman joked.
“This is Linda,” Amy said to the woman before turning back to Linda. “And this is Harriet, my girlfriend.”
Linda tried not to let her face drop. “Nice to meet you,” Linda said, extending her hand and managing a smile.
“Yes, you too.”
Why the hell did she sit down next to me and start talking to me as if she were interested, Linda thought to herself as the large woman fished a name tag out of her equally large purse.
“I brought your name tag, Amy.”
“Oh, thanks,” Amy said, pinning it onto her blouse. It said “Amy Garland, Greeter.”
“You have to forgive Amy,” Harriet said to Linda. “She has a habit of not wearing her Greeter name tag, and then people wonder why this brazen woman is approaching them and asking them all sorts of questions.”
“Oh, no. I didn’t think that at all. I just figured she was being friendly,” Linda lied, offering a smile to Amy.
“Nope. Didn’t think that at all,” Linda repeated silently to herself as the music started, signaling the beginning of the Mass.
Another Short, Pudgy Man for Gina
G ina hated Mondays. She was usually hung over from the weekend. Not necessarily from drinking too much—more from just napping here and there and staying up late. She found it impossible to go to sleep early on Sunday nights. Not getting up until noon on Sunday mornings may have had something to do with it, not to mention that Entertainment Tonight ran a special hourlong weekend edition around midnight.
The night before, she had stayed up even later than usual. She didn’t leave the apartment the entire day or even get dressed. She watched reruns on channel five and napped off and on. It had definitely been a blue Sunday. She
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