Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

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Ten o'clock encounter.

"Woo hoo! Hey, sweet stuff! Whacha doing tonight?"

I had pulled the car over to the side of the road, right up against the sidewalk. It was around ten at night, and Corb and I had just finished cleaning the piles of laundry that had accumulated in the house as a result of the play. The car smelled pleasantly of Downy and Snuggles. And there was Josie, standing on the sidewalk, doing the night walk with Prince.

Corb had the window rolled down and leered at her. "Hey, want to get together, just the three of us?"

Josie smiled and pursed her lips. "No thanks," she said. "Been there. Done that."

"Seriously," I said. Corb reached over and clicked on the emergency lights. "I just wanted to let you know that I dropped off the paperwork in your car. It's under Ashley's book bag."

"And Ted knew you were walking Prince, so we thought we'd harass you," added Corb.

Josie looked me over, and I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad. "You're going for a different look tonight," she said. It was true. I was wearing a sleeveless gray shirt with cut off jeans.

"He's looking very ghetto, don't you think?"

I frowned. "Do you think it looks okay?" I asked, feeling totally self conscious.

"It looks fine," she said. "I'm just not used to you, trying to show some muscle."

My frown grew deeper. "So I look puny, that's what you're saying, right? Come on, be honest!"

Josie shook her head. "Man, there is no winning with you..."

Corb hit me on my sleeveless arm. "How did you put up with him for so many years?" he asked her, shaking his head.

"Never mind me. How are you GOING to put up with him for the rest of those years?"

They think they're so cute when they commiserate together. "Oh stop it," I protested. "I'm not that bad. Okay, maybe Corb did tell me I was a little...what was the word you used? Self..."

"Self involved," he said, and turned to Josie. "I told him that I could just imagine what he would say if I came to him and told him I had four days to live. I can just see him saying something like, 'Corb, that's fine, but you're not going to believe what David said today at work...'"

They both laughed, and I could feel my blood pressure rising. "That's not true!" I protested. "You both know that I'm very generous. And responsible. If either of you only had four days left to live, I'd shower you with presents, and take you on cruises to the ends of the earth, and make those last days really unbelievably happy. Whatever I could do."

"With your credit card?" said Josie, pulling at Prince's leash. "You might take us to the ends of Rhode Island, maybe."

"I'd treat you like a queen," I protested. "Although, if you were still alive on that fifth day, I'd finish the job myself!"

At that point, we said our goodbyes and Josie let Prince get on with his busines. I wanted to move along, before I got into any more hot water. I was already feeling a bit like the lobsters my dad had invited over for dinner on Father's day.
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