“Yeah, kiss a little,” agreed Harry.
And that’s exactly what happened. As soon as the couple crossed the street, Catherine gave Dickey a quick peck on the cheek. Again that spooky sphincter in my brain opened and let out something that was as drunk as I was, and very curious.
“I’m going to go out there and ask her who she wants to be with—him or me.”
Harry hastily set down his beer and turned to me. “Federson, you don’t want to do that.”
“Oh, yes I do, and she’s going to tell me, and her exclamation…I mean her explanation…better be good or I’m never, ever going to talk to her again!” I jumped up and Harry grabbed me.
“No, you don’t want to do that, Federson.”
“Like hell I don’t! I want to know now!”
Harry was short but very strong, from bench pressing that log of his, and he us
