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She kind of turns me loose and spins me around to face her. She’s even prettier than I remembered, prettier than in my dreams. The sounds and the murmuring river of voices all around me in the church just stop and it’s like we’re alone.
Audrey says, “Hey, Joe.”
“Hey, Audrey.”
“Audrey, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“Didn’t you hear? We moved. Daddy got a job here at the church doing maintenance and landscaping and stuff. He said he wanted to get me off the reservation, he wants us to have a better life, you know? We go to the same school now, silly.” “Holy shit. Oops,” I say, covering my mouth, looking around nervously, “What I mean is that’s the best news of all the best news there ever was ever.”
“Nice to see some things don’t change,” she laughs.
“What?
What does that mean?
Are my pants off again?”
She laughs, “Close, but no cigar. again? It shows. That’s all I mean. little bit of a puddle over here.”
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Audrey brushes a little mud away from my temple and smiles, looking me right in the eye the whole time. She says, “And, what’s this? Is that a pine needle? What’s the matter with you, anyway?” “I know, I know. We rode our bikes here last night and fell asleep like a couple bums. But, hey, it wouldn’t have been proper of me to show up any other way, right? Got to keep up the tradition, mud and crap all over.”
“At least you ain’t been crying.”
“Shh,” I whisper, “None of that, the ladies will hear.”
“Ladies?” she asks, looking shocked or insulted or something, “You scoping the place out? Don’t forget, we’re married.” 91