I wondered how long it took them to cook up that whopper . Before or after his hand reached the fork between her thighs .
“ But you know ,” she continued , “ I really couldn ’ t tell him much . I mean , you wear scarfs and all that , but everything , all your accessories , are already so perfectly matched .” “ Yeah , that ’ s me . Matchy-matchy .” We flashed each other insincere smiles . “ But there is something I wanted to tell you .” She leaned forward across the table , took a deep breath , and pressed her lips together as if she ’ d just applied a fresh coat of lipstick . “ He ’ s been bothering me , calling me , asking if he could come over . If you could tell him to stop , I ’ d really appreciate it .”
I could have punched out her pearly whites . Did I have to do everything for that broad ? But instead , I said , “ Done ,” and pasted on another phony smile . “ Don ’ t worry , I ’ ll take care of it this weekend . See you , Monday .”
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That evening Tommy had a union meeting , so I didn ’ t speak with him until the next day . When he came home from work early Saturday afternoon , I was in the kitchen , cutting a steak into cubes so they could marinate for shish kabob . As usual , he was carrying a treat , a surprise he always brought home for our Saturday lunch . That day it was roast beef deli sandwiches with all the
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