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"Guess not," Baker laughed. Morrison double checked his magazines. "Say, how long you been here?" Baker asked. "Six, seven months?" "Same as you," Morrison said. "Thirteen months. Just the same as you." "Same as me?" Baker smirked and leaned his head back against the rig and the cigarette hung to his chin. "It ain't the same as me. Guarantee you that." He was almost grinning when he looked over at Morrison. "Fuckers always think it's just the same as me." Mo, WE SHOULD GET MARRIED, don't you think? a girl named Betsy Leigh once asked him after he graduated high school. Fact is, I'm havin' your baby, she told him. But he knew she wasn't. He thought it was funny when she said that to him because Betsy Leigh liked to sleep around and try to get pregnant so she could get married. She liked to get drunk so boys would sleep with her. She must have suspected he had taken advantage of her when he drove her home from a party a couple months before when she was too drunk to remember anything. He should have seen something coming because for the past month she kept calling him, saying she always liked him best. We need to hang out more, she would say, I always liked you best anyway. But he never touched her, or any other girl for that matter. He never wanted to fall in love, especially with a girl like Betsy Leigh. He thought falling in love wouldn't be fair to his mother somehow. When he even thought about touching a girl he couldn't help but think about how he only saw his mother happy four times. Four times, ever. Somehow it wouldn't be fair to her. He never wanted to fall in love. at him because he was SO serious. "You're cute," she told him when they had first met. "I've noticed that you're a pretty serious guy. You don't act like an idiot like most of the other guys, do you." He worked at the hardware store since graduating high school. She came in a few times for sandpaper or something and she liked him from the start, she told him later. "Are you making fun of me?" he asked. "You are serious, aren't you. Come on now, why would I be making fun of you?" "Did you need something?" He acted like he was concentrating on straightening the tool belts. "Not really." "Then how can I help you?" "If you smile I'll give you my number." KATHERINE SOMETIMES LAUGHED

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Fugue 31 - Summer/Fall 2006 (No. 31)  

The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho