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complained about someone sneezing on the plates and threatened to report them to the Health Department. Now they are being extra careful about how they handle the serving stuff." Sundae offered the reasonable but frustrating behind-the-scenes information.
I grimaced. Not so much at the delay of dishes but more so at the mention of my high school nemesis with the sizeable body attributes and my accidental viewing of said attributes on Ty's phone this morning.
I wanted to tell my friends all about it. But since Penny was Ty's sister, I just couldn't bring myself to rat him out. I wasn't sure why—but I knew that it just wasn't a good idea at the moment. Penny seemed irritated.
"I can't believe that you didn't call me," Penny said. And the reasoning behind her sour mood started to come out without provocation.
"For the hundredth time, I—am—sorry. Your brother asked me not to, and since I'd already been handcuffed and manhandled once already, I decided to follow his instructions," I offered.
"I can't believe that hunk, Devon Keith, handcuffed you. He's hot, but I would have gone to pieces if he had manhandled me like that." Sundae smiled at me, her eyes glowing beneath gold sparkly eye shadow.
"Yeah, well… Ms. Maimie tried to set us up on a date tonight. Luckily, I got out of it gracefully."
Penny coughed and then fanned herself with her napkin as she tried to suppress a fit of laughter. "You did something gracefully? I would have loved to have been there to see that."
I gave her a look. It was true that I'd never really been the most graceful person on earth and usually found myself in one awkward situation after another. But it wasn't nice for my childhood friend to point it out to me so rudely.
"Gee thanks, Penny. I can be quite clever when I need to be." I sat up straighter as if trying to prove that I was in control and mature.
"Yeah, I didn't say anything about being smart. We all know how smart you are." Her little jibe at my decision to leave and run off to med school didn't go unnoticed, but I decided not to engage her in the mood she was in.
Luckily, the waiter arrived at that moment to serve us our drinks and three empty dinner plates.
"Oh goodie, my Cabana Boy is here," Sundae said, then giggled. "Grash-ious." She added with more pseudo Spanish.
I looked behind me, wondering when and how Sundae had hired a cabana boy. "Where?" I asked.
"My drink. My drink. Isn't it cute?" I turned my attention back to the table and noticed that her fruity cocktail was complete with an umbrella and a tiny plastic surfboard.
"Ah. Great. Are we gonna get something to eat or not? I can't stay long," Penny insisted. "Have to get back to the office and write up an article on Mick Thibault's death. It's not breaking news anymore, but I still have to write something." Penny's sour mood carried over and quashed Sundae's excitement over her drink.
"Penny, look, I'm trying to stay out of this thing. And just like always, I get sucked into it whether I want to or not. I am out to have dinner with my two best friends, and I was hoping to have a good time. Please let it go and just have some fun. Please." I tried once more to lighten the mood. "I might even get up there and sing after I hit the buffet a couple of times.
She smirked at me and then the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly. That was what counted for a smile in Penny's world.
"Yeah, and Hank O'Hannigan is here tonight. He's my dream man. I want to bend way over that buffet so he can get a good look at how short my skirt is." Sundae, oblivious to the tension between Penny and me, had already slipped out of the booth and was making her way, unsteadily, on high heels toward the buffet table.
"Lord help us," Penny mumbled.
"Lord help Hank O'Hannigan," I added as I followed.
"Good evening, ladies. How are you this fine evening?" Hank asked as he did a mock tipping of his non-existent hat. He still had a little bit of an Irish accent, and it always made me
I grimaced. Not so much at the delay of dishes but more so at the mention of my high school nemesis with the sizeable body attributes and my accidental viewing of said attributes on Ty's phone this morning.
I wanted to tell my friends all about it. But since Penny was Ty's sister, I just couldn't bring myself to rat him out. I wasn't sure why—but I knew that it just wasn't a good idea at the moment. Penny seemed irritated.
"I can't believe that you didn't call me," Penny said. And the reasoning behind her sour mood started to come out without provocation.
"For the hundredth time, I—am—sorry. Your brother asked me not to, and since I'd already been handcuffed and manhandled once already, I decided to follow his instructions," I offered.
"I can't believe that hunk, Devon Keith, handcuffed you. He's hot, but I would have gone to pieces if he had manhandled me like that." Sundae smiled at me, her eyes glowing beneath gold sparkly eye shadow.
"Yeah, well… Ms. Maimie tried to set us up on a date tonight. Luckily, I got out of it gracefully."
Penny coughed and then fanned herself with her napkin as she tried to suppress a fit of laughter. "You did something gracefully? I would have loved to have been there to see that."
I gave her a look. It was true that I'd never really been the most graceful person on earth and usually found myself in one awkward situation after another. But it wasn't nice for my childhood friend to point it out to me so rudely.
"Gee thanks, Penny. I can be quite clever when I need to be." I sat up straighter as if trying to prove that I was in control and mature.
"Yeah, I didn't say anything about being smart. We all know how smart you are." Her little jibe at my decision to leave and run off to med school didn't go unnoticed, but I decided not to engage her in the mood she was in.
Luckily, the waiter arrived at that moment to serve us our drinks and three empty dinner plates.
"Oh goodie, my Cabana Boy is here," Sundae said, then giggled. "Grash-ious." She added with more pseudo Spanish.
I looked behind me, wondering when and how Sundae had hired a cabana boy. "Where?" I asked.
"My drink. My drink. Isn't it cute?" I turned my attention back to the table and noticed that her fruity cocktail was complete with an umbrella and a tiny plastic surfboard.
"Ah. Great. Are we gonna get something to eat or not? I can't stay long," Penny insisted. "Have to get back to the office and write up an article on Mick Thibault's death. It's not breaking news anymore, but I still have to write something." Penny's sour mood carried over and quashed Sundae's excitement over her drink.
"Penny, look, I'm trying to stay out of this thing. And just like always, I get sucked into it whether I want to or not. I am out to have dinner with my two best friends, and I was hoping to have a good time. Please let it go and just have some fun. Please." I tried once more to lighten the mood. "I might even get up there and sing after I hit the buffet a couple of times.
She smirked at me and then the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly. That was what counted for a smile in Penny's world.
"Yeah, and Hank O'Hannigan is here tonight. He's my dream man. I want to bend way over that buffet so he can get a good look at how short my skirt is." Sundae, oblivious to the tension between Penny and me, had already slipped out of the booth and was making her way, unsteadily, on high heels toward the buffet table.
"Lord help us," Penny mumbled.
"Lord help Hank O'Hannigan," I added as I followed.
"Good evening, ladies. How are you this fine evening?" Hank asked as he did a mock tipping of his non-existent hat. He still had a little bit of an Irish accent, and it always made me
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