Love Stinks
I was in the middle of a very stimulating conversation about Proust with a highly intelligent young graduate assistant when my phone buzzed. I politely excused myself from the young lady and put in my Bluetooth earpiece. “What is it, Skeeter? I’m busy.”
“What’s her name? Emerald? Jasmine?”
“It ain’t like that, Skeeter. She’s a classy girl.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever. Tip her and get to the truck. I need you in South Carolina by morning.”
“As my daddy used to say, I ain’t lost nothing in South Carolina I need to go back for.”
“We’ve got a serious problem, Bubba. We’ve got a rogue cupid.”
“s**t. All right, I’m on my way. By the way, the girl’s name was Kara. I told you she was classy.” I tipped the little brunette and sighed as she put her top back on. Skeeter had the worst timing
