He’d have another problem on his hands if that was the case.
“Go on,” he said.
“He was always...” She stood up and moved her hand in front of her crotch. Jesus, he wished she hadn’t done that. Now he had another image in his mind.
“Did what?”
“What you guys do. Adjust yourself.”
“Your face is red again,” he said.
“It’s embarrassing to say that.” Down went another gulp.
“Not all guys do it either,” he said. “Some of us know where to put it and keep it there.”
Her hand came up and fanned her face. Yeah, that was more like it.
She started this, she was going to get an idea of what it was like to mince words with him.
“Well, Fredrick didn’t learn that. So, I put a few cross-stitches in the crotch of his work pants and some jeans. This way, he stayed put. Maybe they were tight on him and he hated thefeeling, but it could have been a confidence booster that he was actually bigger than he was.”
“Hands down, you get an A for creativity on the scorned girlfriend.”
“Only an A?” she asked, pouting. She picked her drink up and drained it. “I’m the teacher’s pet. I work really hard to get A+’s.” She stood up and tripped, then righted herself. “I’m getting another.”
“Oh no, you’re not,” he said.
Jesus, the alcohol content wasn’t that much. Or not to him. But almost more than double a light beer. She’d just pounded two glasses of it in about twenty minutes.
“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t normally drink much. I can’t handle more than one. Fredrick didn’t like me drinking either. He never did. He was booooorrring.”
“Sounds like you’re better off without him then. Finish the story on the fish.”
“Oh yeah. The day I had the interview. I remember that. I’m so excited I got the job. I come home and park, get out and hear this buzzing sound. I walk closer to the house and start screaming. There is a fish on the porch. Like one bought in a store in the white paper but open. The head was on it and flies all over it. I gag, and holler and run.”
“He obviously knew you couldn’t stand flies, or was it fish?”
“Flies. Now I won’t eat fish for a long time. Jerk!”
“Did you clean it up?”
She shuttered. “No way. My neighbor came running. He’s nice. Karl. I bring him cookies and leftover food. He’s always helping me out with things and he cleaned it up while I got pizza for us. I called Fredrick and he laughed over it. He thought it was funny. So see, he admits when he does it. He denied my car damage though.”
“Because that has monetary value,” he said. “Nothing else really did.”
“Petty. I know. But I was hurt. Bet you don’t know what that’s like.” Her bottom lip was out, her eyes droopy. He was afraid she might fall asleep standing. “I should go,” she said. “But I don’t think I should drive either. Right?”
“Right,” he said.
He was going to bring her to his mother’s, but she was working in the cafe. He could get some food into her, but then his mother would know what happened.
Somehow he’d get blamed for this, he was positive.
Reenie was working too, so that was out. He wouldn’t drop her at the cabin without Ford or Reenie knowing.
That left one other place on the property.
His ranch.
