Chapter 29

I kissed him. I kissed him again. I kept my eyes open, locking onto all that blue. I’d kissed Bing the same way, though the blue was green back then, the feeling in my heart a different hue as well. Eskimos have a hundred words for snow. Looks like there were even more words for what I was feeling. “There are worse things than this, Dave,” I replied.

Understatement. Gross. You know the drill.

He grinned. “That there are, Jack. That there are.”

***

Three Shriners arrived. The one I’d thought I’d recognized, Charles, wasn’t with them. After a brief hello, I was relegated to my room. I saw Dave pull up. I waved to him from my bedroom window, very Rapunzel-like. I called Monroe.

“What’s going on in your world?” I asked.

“Just back from the aquarium, then off to dinner,” he replied. “You?”

I smirked. “We’re liquoring up some old men.”

He chuckled. “That what they do for fun in the sticks? Do you tip them like cows when you’re through?”