What Cindy Might See
Luggage stowed in the hatch, with Benny’s best friend Joel, and his wife-to-be
Cindy, we had driven down to Joel’s beach house for the extended holiday weekend. Coming to know Joel and his lady over the past six months, I realized they were among those rare people who seemed to have no agenda. They were very sweet with one another, appeared straight forward and honest, and seemed to like me. Joel had admitted in a private moment between just he and I, how he felt that Benny seemed happier dating me than any other woman Joel had ever seen him with.
Even though Cindy seemed even more straight-lace than me, she wasn’t a killjoy or a prude, but rather a proper young woman with impeccable manners. Still, she’d raise a hand to her round pretty face and blush with embarras
