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:: "Electrifying" ::
Great Pretender
“Honey, if I had known you were coming home so soon, I would have had my secretary dressed and
gone from the house way before you got there.”
Susan struggled to keep a straight face while her childhood friend, Andy, weaved his tale.
“But in our bed? How could you?” she asked, her voice quivering more from trying to tamp down the
laughter than from the grief the patrons sitting around them in the quaint coffee shop must have thought
was plaguing her.
Andy grinned, deepening his adorable dimples, despite his apologetic-husband front he had on
display. After all of these years and all of the many times that they had played this game of pretending to
be people they weren’t in front of an unsuspecting audience, Susan could still laugh at him. His charm
and sense of humor drew her to him even at the tender age of ten when he and his family moved to her
neighborhood. After he told her that he and his family were spies from Russia while slurping on a
multicolored Popsicle, she knew she’d made a friend for life.
“I promise, Sugar Lips, no more after this one.” Andy threw his hands up in the air in mock defeat.
Susan’s stomach hurt from compressing it into a ball to keep from howling with laughter. The patrons
around her didn’t seem to share in her secret joy. A chuckle escaped and Susan managed to cover it by
pretending to cry. She covered her face to boost the effect.
“You said that the last time and the time before that and the time before that and two Christmases
ago and---”
“You’re laying it on pretty thick now, aren’t you?” Andy asked her in a hoarse whisper.
She peeked her eye through the crack of her hand.
His blazing blue eyes sparkled. If she hadn’t have kept her hands over her face, she would have
done what she’d always done to him, rumple his shaggy brown hair.
Andy truly was her best friend. She could tell him anything and he knew her like no one else. But he
never seemed to take things seriously. She wondered how it was that he managed to graduate from
college and land a plum job at an accounting firm.
--More--
“Honey, if I had known you were coming home so soon, I would have had my secretary dressed and
gone from the house way before you got there.”
Susan struggled to keep a straight face while her childhood friend, Andy, weaved his tale.
“But in our bed? How could you?” she asked, her voice quivering more from trying to tamp down the
laughter than from the grief the patrons sitting around them in the quaint coffee shop must have thought
was plaguing her.
Andy grinned, deepening his adorable dimples, despite his apologetic-husband front he had on
display. After all of these years and all of the many times that they had played this game of pretending to
be people they weren’t in front of an unsuspecting audience, Susan could still laugh at him. His charm
and sense of humor drew her to him even at the tender age of ten when he and his family moved to her
neighborhood. After he told her that he and his family were spies from Russia while slurping on a
multicolored Popsicle, she knew she’d made a friend for life.
“I promise, Sugar Lips, no more after this one.” Andy threw his hands up in the air in mock defeat.
Susan’s stomach hurt from compressing it into a ball to keep from howling with laughter. The patrons
around her didn’t seem to share in her secret joy. A chuckle escaped and Susan managed to cover it by
pretending to cry. She covered her face to boost the effect.
“You said that the last time and the time before that and the time before that and two Christmases
ago and---”
“You’re laying it on pretty thick now, aren’t you?” Andy asked her in a hoarse whisper.
She peeked her eye through the crack of her hand.
His blazing blue eyes sparkled. If she hadn’t have kept her hands over her face, she would have
done what she’d always done to him, rumple his shaggy brown hair.
Andy truly was her best friend. She could tell him anything and he knew her like no one else. But he
never seemed to take things seriously. She wondered how it was that he managed to graduate from
college and land a plum job at an accounting firm.
--More--