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.It’s not the other way around.”“Oh, I see.Do you have personnel problems often?” What I really wanted to ask was, “Did you sleep with her too?” Of course, I was too much of a lady to ask that question.“Not really, but she likes continuity.She’s been with me right from the beginning, well almost.” After a few minutes of not speaking, I spotted the approaching shore.I began to feel anxious about leaving.Would he forget all about me? Probably but what could I do about it? Fall at his feet and beg him not to leave me? Hell no! I wasn’t the begging type.We strolled back to the car and waited for the ferry to dock.Bullet paid the toll and we drove onto the highway headed to Blue Lake.“Ready to see other people?” I looked puzzled at his question.“I mean the people in the town.”I couldn’t do anything but smile.“Sure and I want to see these two stop lights you told me about.Do you mind if I play some music?”“I don’t mind at all.That’ll be nice.No classical though.”“Rats.How did you know?” I smiled up at him pretending to be happy.There was no sense in arguing with him or trying to explain what I meant.I had bruised his ego, now he needed time to repair it.Hmm… I guess I knew more about men than I thought.“So, no classical.How about classic rock?” I flipped through the channels searching for a classic rock station.“That would be great although you might have better luck if you put it on satellite.These local stations play nothing but country.I like the occasional country ballad, but not for more than a few minutes.” I tuned in to Kansas playing “Dust in the Wind.” It was a beautiful tune and I loved the soaring violin solo in the middle.This passage plucked at my soul.I closed my eyes, just like the song said, and listened to the music.When the song ended, I turn the volume down a little and tried my best to start a conversation with Bullet.“So I think you told me you didn’t come to town much? Is there a reason why? Are the good people of Blue Lake unfriendly?” That was as good of a conversation opener as I could think of.“I have been into town probably six times, mostly to get supplies for the cabin, a few times just to socialize.They have a convenient pub, which serves great chicken wings.I’ve been there a couple of times but as far as really getting to know anyone, I haven’t done that.Not like community leaders or shop owners or anything like that, anyway.”I could totally interpret what he was saying.He did not go to town very much but when he did, it was to a local bar where he did meet a few people that he did not want to tell me about.I laughed to myself.“Did I say something funny?” His bruised ego was still bouncing up and down on his brain.I quickly offered up a little white lie to avoid telling him what I was really thinking.So much for the honesty pledge.I figured we had both already broken that.“With just two stop lights, I guess there aren’t many people to get to know in the first place.” That was weak but that was all I had.Bullet agreed with me.“Yeah, compared to Des Moines and Kansas City, Blue Lake is just a dot on the map.It is kind of wholesome though.I think you’ll like it.”“So you think I’m wholesome?”“Yes! Except after two beers or three Cosmos.” I loved seeing his smile even if it was a rueful one.He was right, Blue Lake was very small compared to the locales we lived in; however, it had its nice points.The shops Bullet had mentioned were open, and each had a quaint wooden sign hanging above the walkway of the storefronts.They were open for business and I wanted to go check them out.I loved shopping but I was frugal.I told him so and he said, “Let’s drive through town first and park and then we can walk through.It’ll be good exercise and you’ll get to see everything.Have you ever been to Gatlinburg, in Tennessee?”“No, I can’t say that I have.”“Blue Lake is a lot like Gatlinburg—they both have a lot of craftsmen and a lot of great food.Here’s a good place to park.Bring your ID just in case we decide to stop by the pub.They have wonderful food; it might make a great place to stop for lunch.”“That sounds great!” I dug in my purse and retrieved my ID and some cash.The idea of getting something to eat sounded great — my stomach was rumbling and we had skipped breakfast.I knew that by the time lunch came around I would be starving.“Wait!” I took Bullet by the hands.“No thinking about anything.Let’s just enjoy this little bit of time we have together.Okay? Right now, this minute, it is just Bullet and Lilly.Two friends having some fun.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.With a distant smile, he agreed and took my hand.One of the first places we passed was the pub that Bullet mentioned, the Blue Lake Bar.A neon sign flashed above the door—it was a curled wave with a beer sitting in the center of it.Well that was pretty self-explanatory.We did not stop there but continued on to a candy shop, and a microbrewery next.I was surprised at the amount of tourists that were walking along the sidewalks and checking out the shops.“Yes, these aren’t just for Blue Lake tourists.People from surrounding areas come here too because of all the unique outlets.You’ll see in just a minute.They have a guy here that can sculpt anything with a chainsaw.Now that’s doing some surgery.” As if she heard us talking, Bullet’s assistant called his phone.He stepped away for a minute leaving me to window shop in front of a thrift store.I found some things that interested me, like an antique violin case so I waved at him to let him know that I was going inside.I stepped into the shop and it was like stepping back in time.A turn-of-the-century dressmaker’s dummy stood in the window and a collection of lace gloves lay on a nearby velvet covered display case [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.It’s not the other way around.”“Oh, I see.Do you have personnel problems often?” What I really wanted to ask was, “Did you sleep with her too?” Of course, I was too much of a lady to ask that question.“Not really, but she likes continuity.She’s been with me right from the beginning, well almost.” After a few minutes of not speaking, I spotted the approaching shore.I began to feel anxious about leaving.Would he forget all about me? Probably but what could I do about it? Fall at his feet and beg him not to leave me? Hell no! I wasn’t the begging type.We strolled back to the car and waited for the ferry to dock.Bullet paid the toll and we drove onto the highway headed to Blue Lake.“Ready to see other people?” I looked puzzled at his question.“I mean the people in the town.”I couldn’t do anything but smile.“Sure and I want to see these two stop lights you told me about.Do you mind if I play some music?”“I don’t mind at all.That’ll be nice.No classical though.”“Rats.How did you know?” I smiled up at him pretending to be happy.There was no sense in arguing with him or trying to explain what I meant.I had bruised his ego, now he needed time to repair it.Hmm… I guess I knew more about men than I thought.“So, no classical.How about classic rock?” I flipped through the channels searching for a classic rock station.“That would be great although you might have better luck if you put it on satellite.These local stations play nothing but country.I like the occasional country ballad, but not for more than a few minutes.” I tuned in to Kansas playing “Dust in the Wind.” It was a beautiful tune and I loved the soaring violin solo in the middle.This passage plucked at my soul.I closed my eyes, just like the song said, and listened to the music.When the song ended, I turn the volume down a little and tried my best to start a conversation with Bullet.“So I think you told me you didn’t come to town much? Is there a reason why? Are the good people of Blue Lake unfriendly?” That was as good of a conversation opener as I could think of.“I have been into town probably six times, mostly to get supplies for the cabin, a few times just to socialize.They have a convenient pub, which serves great chicken wings.I’ve been there a couple of times but as far as really getting to know anyone, I haven’t done that.Not like community leaders or shop owners or anything like that, anyway.”I could totally interpret what he was saying.He did not go to town very much but when he did, it was to a local bar where he did meet a few people that he did not want to tell me about.I laughed to myself.“Did I say something funny?” His bruised ego was still bouncing up and down on his brain.I quickly offered up a little white lie to avoid telling him what I was really thinking.So much for the honesty pledge.I figured we had both already broken that.“With just two stop lights, I guess there aren’t many people to get to know in the first place.” That was weak but that was all I had.Bullet agreed with me.“Yeah, compared to Des Moines and Kansas City, Blue Lake is just a dot on the map.It is kind of wholesome though.I think you’ll like it.”“So you think I’m wholesome?”“Yes! Except after two beers or three Cosmos.” I loved seeing his smile even if it was a rueful one.He was right, Blue Lake was very small compared to the locales we lived in; however, it had its nice points.The shops Bullet had mentioned were open, and each had a quaint wooden sign hanging above the walkway of the storefronts.They were open for business and I wanted to go check them out.I loved shopping but I was frugal.I told him so and he said, “Let’s drive through town first and park and then we can walk through.It’ll be good exercise and you’ll get to see everything.Have you ever been to Gatlinburg, in Tennessee?”“No, I can’t say that I have.”“Blue Lake is a lot like Gatlinburg—they both have a lot of craftsmen and a lot of great food.Here’s a good place to park.Bring your ID just in case we decide to stop by the pub.They have wonderful food; it might make a great place to stop for lunch.”“That sounds great!” I dug in my purse and retrieved my ID and some cash.The idea of getting something to eat sounded great — my stomach was rumbling and we had skipped breakfast.I knew that by the time lunch came around I would be starving.“Wait!” I took Bullet by the hands.“No thinking about anything.Let’s just enjoy this little bit of time we have together.Okay? Right now, this minute, it is just Bullet and Lilly.Two friends having some fun.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.With a distant smile, he agreed and took my hand.One of the first places we passed was the pub that Bullet mentioned, the Blue Lake Bar.A neon sign flashed above the door—it was a curled wave with a beer sitting in the center of it.Well that was pretty self-explanatory.We did not stop there but continued on to a candy shop, and a microbrewery next.I was surprised at the amount of tourists that were walking along the sidewalks and checking out the shops.“Yes, these aren’t just for Blue Lake tourists.People from surrounding areas come here too because of all the unique outlets.You’ll see in just a minute.They have a guy here that can sculpt anything with a chainsaw.Now that’s doing some surgery.” As if she heard us talking, Bullet’s assistant called his phone.He stepped away for a minute leaving me to window shop in front of a thrift store.I found some things that interested me, like an antique violin case so I waved at him to let him know that I was going inside.I stepped into the shop and it was like stepping back in time.A turn-of-the-century dressmaker’s dummy stood in the window and a collection of lace gloves lay on a nearby velvet covered display case [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]