Time to get on the bus
My walk home from the bus stop was surreal. I was flying, so happy I could have screamed like a banshee.
Hildy lies in the sun in her little sweater. She picks up my scent, waits by the sidewalk, tail whipping. I stop, tell her all about my day, rubbing her belly (for good luck!). She listens, ears perky. But she’d much rather give me sloppy kisses. Eventually, I have to split–somewhere else I have to go.
I throw my stuff in the door, then away to Steve’s I tear like a flash. Knock, no response. C’mon, Steve, what the hell? I have BIG NEWS.
He’s surprised to see me–“Hey, what’s up? This isn’t our music night.”
“Steve, I have a girlfriend!!”
He’s amused, but wide-eyed. “Who?”
“Doug Buttkicker’s sister!”
“Alison?”
“yea!”
“T?”
“Yes! We made out for a half hour.”
He’s howling, almost crying. “Oh, Christ, this I have to hear! Go upstairs, I’ll get Green Spots.”
Up the stairs……….across from our music room, his bedroom door is open. A single chair is in the middle of the room, Binoculars on the floor. I get an inkling what’s going on.
I sit, pick up the binocs, Oh my God, Jenny next door is taking off her bra! This is so wrong, and so amazing.
From behind me: “Oh Shit. Last thing that should happen.”
I don’t turn around. “You been holdin’ out on me! Naughty, naughty.”
“Smart asses don’t get invited back. Put the fucking glasses down.”