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.”“Why not?” He laughed, and Sandra laughed.Maybe just a little too loud.She seemed nervous.“So we're meeting some of Mike's friends here,” Sandra said.“Then we're going to Stetson's.I'd love it if you could join us.Do you get off work soon?”“Not for another couple of hours.” It was the constant lament.Lorna loved socializing during work, but at the same time, sometimes when her friends popped by and were moving on to another bar, she felt like the kid who was stuck with a 7 P.M.bedtime in the summer while all his friends were outside riding bikes in the still-light twilight.“Too bad,” Mike said.“We're going to meet my friend Debbie.I've been trying to get this girl out to meet her for ages.” He pulled Sandra in with one arm, and she laughed.“Tonight you're doing it.”“We're doing it,” Sandra agreed, and gave Lorna a small I don't know, but I like it look.“Mike!”All of them turned to see a tall stunning woman in a Diane Von Furstenburg wrap dress and strappy high heels Lorna couldn't identify, walking toward them in the bar.“Margo.” Cute Mike went over and embraced her.Lorna noticed Sandra stiffen at the gesture.She didn't blame her.The woman was a knockout.“Everyone—” Mike led his friend to Lorna and Sandra.“—this is Margo St.Gerard.”“It's nice to meet you,” Lorna said, putting out a hand.Sandra just said, “Hi, there.” And she watched as Mike gazed perhaps a hair too affectionately at the statuesque blonde.And, really, she must have been at least six feet tall.No more than 125 pounds, though, so she was as trim and flat-chested as a super-model.What she lacked in womanly curves, though, she made up for in facial bone structure.She was so striking, it was, frankly, disconcerting.Lorna was concerned that Sandra must be hating this.“I'm so glad to meet you,” Margo said, in a smooth, modulated voice.She sounded like a broadcaster.An awkward moment passed.“So…Sandra has told me so much about you,” Lorna said to Mike, hoping to return his attention to the woman he'd come in with.“It's great to finally meet you.”“You're one of the shoe addicts, right?”She laughed.“Oh, yeah.”“She's the one who started it all,” Sandra said.Mike laughed.“What a fabulous idea! If I had a size seven and a half in ladies', I'd be joining you myself.”“We've had men inquire before,” she said, trying not to be dismissive while, at the same time, hoping to god this guy wasn't interested in joining them.“But they didn't have the right insole.” She glanced at his undeniably wide feet.“Oh, the midoperation transvestite?” he asked.Sandra obviously told him a lot.“Better off without that sort,” he finished in a whisper.“If they're not proud of who they are, it's just going to result in a lot of tension.You don't need to deal with someone else's shit.”“I couldn't agree more.”They all stood around talking for a few more minutes.Mike was really cute, and Sandra was obviously really enamored of him, so Lorna pushed aside the small irritation she felt when he went off on recent political events she didn't happen to agree with him about.“I don't know, Mike,” she said, trying to sound light.“If we all felt the same way about everything, this would be a pretty boring world.Division makes democracy.”“Shouldn't we go?” Sandra asked uncomfortably.Lorna looked at the clock over the bar.She definitely had to go.She had to get up and work again in eight hours.“So, Lorna,” Mike said, thankfully not holding a grudge that she disagreed with him.“We're going to Stetson's, do you want to join us? I'd love to continue our debate there.”Like she had the energy to debate.“Oh, yes!” Sandra exclaimed.“Please!”Lorna really wanted to help her out, but she was exhausted.She had, after all, been on her feet in the restaurant since 11 A.M.She needed a break.There were theories out there that God had created the earth in seven hours, not seven days, so if that was correct, and he rested on the seventh hour and wanted us all to do the same, Lorna was currently about five and a half hours past church-endorsed relaxation.“I'm really sorry,” she said, mostly to Sandra.“I'd love to, but I'm almost too tired to drive home.There's no way I can get into town, stay upright for another couple of hours, then drive home.”“You could stay at my place,” Sandra said.“But I understand you're tired.”“Next time,” Lorna promised.She was about to overapologize when Tod rushed by.She tried to stop him—she thought he'd like to meet Sandra and Mike at least, but it was as if he took one look at them and huffed past, nose in the air.Lorna made a mental note to tease him about being a bratty little child later, but she didn't think much more about it until after Sandra, Margo, and Mike had left and Tod approached Lorna in the parking lot.“Do you know that jerk?” he asked.Lorna looked around, half-thinking he might be talking to someone else nearby, and half-thinking he might be talking about someone else nearby.“Who?”“Mike Lemmington.Mr.Live, love, laugh, and get laid.” Tod gave a disgusted snort.“I didn't know he meant with different people every night.”“Oh.” Then Lorna remembered how excited Tod had been about a date the other night.“Oh.He's the—Oh, Tod, I'm sorry.That must have been awkward to see him.”Tod gave a tight-lipped nod.“Especially with her.”“Sandra?”“Oh, is that her name? I've seen her at Stetson's.She makes me sick.”Sandra had mentioned Stetson's, though Lorna could hardly imagine her inspiring this kind of disgust in someone as nice as Tod [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”“Why not?” He laughed, and Sandra laughed.Maybe just a little too loud.She seemed nervous.“So we're meeting some of Mike's friends here,” Sandra said.“Then we're going to Stetson's.I'd love it if you could join us.Do you get off work soon?”“Not for another couple of hours.” It was the constant lament.Lorna loved socializing during work, but at the same time, sometimes when her friends popped by and were moving on to another bar, she felt like the kid who was stuck with a 7 P.M.bedtime in the summer while all his friends were outside riding bikes in the still-light twilight.“Too bad,” Mike said.“We're going to meet my friend Debbie.I've been trying to get this girl out to meet her for ages.” He pulled Sandra in with one arm, and she laughed.“Tonight you're doing it.”“We're doing it,” Sandra agreed, and gave Lorna a small I don't know, but I like it look.“Mike!”All of them turned to see a tall stunning woman in a Diane Von Furstenburg wrap dress and strappy high heels Lorna couldn't identify, walking toward them in the bar.“Margo.” Cute Mike went over and embraced her.Lorna noticed Sandra stiffen at the gesture.She didn't blame her.The woman was a knockout.“Everyone—” Mike led his friend to Lorna and Sandra.“—this is Margo St.Gerard.”“It's nice to meet you,” Lorna said, putting out a hand.Sandra just said, “Hi, there.” And she watched as Mike gazed perhaps a hair too affectionately at the statuesque blonde.And, really, she must have been at least six feet tall.No more than 125 pounds, though, so she was as trim and flat-chested as a super-model.What she lacked in womanly curves, though, she made up for in facial bone structure.She was so striking, it was, frankly, disconcerting.Lorna was concerned that Sandra must be hating this.“I'm so glad to meet you,” Margo said, in a smooth, modulated voice.She sounded like a broadcaster.An awkward moment passed.“So…Sandra has told me so much about you,” Lorna said to Mike, hoping to return his attention to the woman he'd come in with.“It's great to finally meet you.”“You're one of the shoe addicts, right?”She laughed.“Oh, yeah.”“She's the one who started it all,” Sandra said.Mike laughed.“What a fabulous idea! If I had a size seven and a half in ladies', I'd be joining you myself.”“We've had men inquire before,” she said, trying not to be dismissive while, at the same time, hoping to god this guy wasn't interested in joining them.“But they didn't have the right insole.” She glanced at his undeniably wide feet.“Oh, the midoperation transvestite?” he asked.Sandra obviously told him a lot.“Better off without that sort,” he finished in a whisper.“If they're not proud of who they are, it's just going to result in a lot of tension.You don't need to deal with someone else's shit.”“I couldn't agree more.”They all stood around talking for a few more minutes.Mike was really cute, and Sandra was obviously really enamored of him, so Lorna pushed aside the small irritation she felt when he went off on recent political events she didn't happen to agree with him about.“I don't know, Mike,” she said, trying to sound light.“If we all felt the same way about everything, this would be a pretty boring world.Division makes democracy.”“Shouldn't we go?” Sandra asked uncomfortably.Lorna looked at the clock over the bar.She definitely had to go.She had to get up and work again in eight hours.“So, Lorna,” Mike said, thankfully not holding a grudge that she disagreed with him.“We're going to Stetson's, do you want to join us? I'd love to continue our debate there.”Like she had the energy to debate.“Oh, yes!” Sandra exclaimed.“Please!”Lorna really wanted to help her out, but she was exhausted.She had, after all, been on her feet in the restaurant since 11 A.M.She needed a break.There were theories out there that God had created the earth in seven hours, not seven days, so if that was correct, and he rested on the seventh hour and wanted us all to do the same, Lorna was currently about five and a half hours past church-endorsed relaxation.“I'm really sorry,” she said, mostly to Sandra.“I'd love to, but I'm almost too tired to drive home.There's no way I can get into town, stay upright for another couple of hours, then drive home.”“You could stay at my place,” Sandra said.“But I understand you're tired.”“Next time,” Lorna promised.She was about to overapologize when Tod rushed by.She tried to stop him—she thought he'd like to meet Sandra and Mike at least, but it was as if he took one look at them and huffed past, nose in the air.Lorna made a mental note to tease him about being a bratty little child later, but she didn't think much more about it until after Sandra, Margo, and Mike had left and Tod approached Lorna in the parking lot.“Do you know that jerk?” he asked.Lorna looked around, half-thinking he might be talking to someone else nearby, and half-thinking he might be talking about someone else nearby.“Who?”“Mike Lemmington.Mr.Live, love, laugh, and get laid.” Tod gave a disgusted snort.“I didn't know he meant with different people every night.”“Oh.” Then Lorna remembered how excited Tod had been about a date the other night.“Oh.He's the—Oh, Tod, I'm sorry.That must have been awkward to see him.”Tod gave a tight-lipped nod.“Especially with her.”“Sandra?”“Oh, is that her name? I've seen her at Stetson's.She makes me sick.”Sandra had mentioned Stetson's, though Lorna could hardly imagine her inspiring this kind of disgust in someone as nice as Tod [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]