We’ve moved to yet another marble notebook (don’t worry, there’s plenty more), and in this one, I started making notes of when each chapter was written. This particular one was composed on September 14, 1994. That makes me 14. Still technically in middle school, because my junior high went up to 9th grade for some reason, but really, I probably should have known better from here on out. I didn’t. I just kept plugging away. And you, gentle readers, are the beneficiaries. Or something like that.
Moving right along …
Last week, Asstin decided that their friendship was the most powerful force in the universe. This week, Violet’s Evil Scheme starts rolling. Excited? I sure am …
Chapter 40: A New Nurse
Angel had never cared much about her two nurses, Katlin Ross and Leslie Canter [maybe that’s because I promptly forgot that they existed after mentioning them]. So when Leslie decided to quit, Angel’s only worry was who her replacement would be.
Felicia Baigen [name of a boss in Final Fantasy 2, thankyouverymuch] was her name. She was 24, a skilled nurse, and stunning. With her pale blue eyes and size six figure [is she from Sweet Valley?], she looked as if she just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her chin-length hair was platinum blonde and shone like cornsilk.
She seemed like an okay person to Angel, who was relieved to be rid of that snob Leslie.
Too bad she didn’t realize that there were much better people to wish to be rid of in WCW. [FORESHADOWING!]
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Violet Royce sat down in her hotel suite and reread the letter she had intercepted from Chris to Angel [intercepted? Was she hiding in a mailbox?] It wasn’t very interesting—mostly about his wrestling matches and how much he missed her, but there was one tidbit of information that could prove useful …
“… Hey, you remember that woman Justina Foster I was telling you about? (I know you’d rather not!) Well, Anyway, she used to work as a seamstress here for All-Japan before she moved back to the states. Cool, huh? (Okay, not to you) …….”
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Violet couldn’t help but wonder – who was this Justina Foster? Someone Angel would dislike. An ex-girlfriend? Ex-wife? The possibilities were intriguing. Violet would have to find out more.
She very carefully re-glued the steamed-open envelope with the letter in it, but only after jotting down the information about Justina. This would be fun.
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Angel finished giving Felicia the grand tour of the nurse’s office in a typical building [huh?]. After meeting the wrestlers on hand (not many of Angel’s friends of course, what with Chris, Bobby, and Dustin all away) Felicia decided to help Angel finish setting up for the night’s matches.
After the long night of work was over, Angel returned home and wrote a letter to Chris. There was only four days left until Dustin’s wedding. She couldn’t wait.
NOTES:
1) Why do they need three nurses? It’s not a hospital. They don’t need to work shifts. There’s like, three hours of matches max. And pretty much all Angel ever does is put gauze on things and let people cry on her. Doesn’t sound too taxing.
2) Hey, Violet: thanks for not making us read that entire letter.
3) Justina Foster! And you thought that was just going to be a random name that I dropped and never picked up again. Well, it still might be. Only one way to find out, folks!
COMING UP NEXT ….
Dustin’s bachelor party! Will there be strippers? Beer? Bell peppers? A fist-fight? No, no, no, YES. That’s right, YES. SWEEEEEEEEET! Tune in next time for …
Chapter 41: Dustin’s Bachelor Party (Part 1)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Chapter 39: Dustin and Angel
Sorry again for the delay in getting this chapter out. Now where were we? Ah yes. Just as Angel was about to admit her dirty little secret about lip-smacking with Dustin, Chris announced that he had to jet off to a plot contrivance … er … set of shows in Japan with Bret Hart. Angel reacted to this news by wondering who would be her date to Dustin’s wedding. So no confrontation between Chris and Angel, but how’s about we see what happens when Asstin meet again?
Chapter 39 – Dustin and Angel
It had been three days since Chris had left for Japan. Angel was glad that she had decided not to tell him about Dustin, lest she ruin his trip.
She hadn’t spoken to Dustin since their kiss, and she felt things still needed straightening out. So the next day, she knocked on the “face” dressing room.
“It’s open,” called Sting. [duh? Is the dressing room door ever locked? And has anyone ever knocked on it before?]
Angel entered the room. There were only a couple of guys in the room. Sting, Dustin, Ricky Steamboat, and … Arn Anderson. [WOOO!!]
Sting smiled and greeted Angel, as did Ricky. Before Angel could say hello back, Arn shouted “Well now, whose life have you come to ruin today, you cheap blonde bimbo?”
“Hey, Arn, you’re way out of line,” Dustin said sharply. [let the man speak, Dustin.]
“I’d get better friends if I were you. She’s nothing but a homewrecker,” and with that, he left.
“Where did all of that come from?” asked Ricky.
“He doesn’t like me.” [he can take a number]
“Evidently,” smiled Sting, then he excused himself, followed by Ricky.
“They cleared out fast,” Angel remarked to Dustin.
“They know,” his voice was quiet. “Have a seat.”
She sat next to him. “I told Bobby.”
“Sting thinks that we have something more than friendship.”
“So does Bobby.”
There was a long time of silence, until Angel broke it with a question. “What do you think?”
“I don’t want to agree.”
“But you do?”
“I do.”
“So do I.”
There was another period of silence.
“Dustin, we can push them to the farthest corner of our mind if we try.” [that sounds like a flawless plan, no?]
“I’m going to try it.”
“Me too.”
Another time of quiet.
“We’ll still be friends, won’t we?”
“Of course,” he said.
“It’ll be awkward.”
“We can get over it. We’ve been through too much to throw it away with one little kiss. Angel, I never would have gotten through this year without you.”
There was a rap on the door and Sting’s voice called out “3 minutes, Dustin!”
Angel stood up. “I’m glad everything is allright between us.” [yes. Of course that conversation has fixed everything.]
“Me too. This is my last day wrestling ‘till after my honeymoon.”
“That’s right.” She hugged him. “I’ll seeya at the wedding.” [don’t you think you guys should can it with the hugging?]
NOTES:
1) This had a lot of stupid stuff in it, but this line is the most ridiculous: "We’ve been through too much to throw it away with one little kiss.” – He is talking about him and Angel, not him and his fiancé. WTF?
2) You like how I conveyed awkward silence by writing stuff like “another time of quiet”? Slick!
3) I so wish I had let Arn stay around longer in this chapter. Don’t worry, friends. He’ll be back.
COMING UP NEXT …
We return to the unfurling of Violet’s Evil Plan and meet a brand new, mostly irrelevant character in …
Chapter 40: A New Nurse
Chapter 39 – Dustin and Angel
It had been three days since Chris had left for Japan. Angel was glad that she had decided not to tell him about Dustin, lest she ruin his trip.
She hadn’t spoken to Dustin since their kiss, and she felt things still needed straightening out. So the next day, she knocked on the “face” dressing room.
“It’s open,” called Sting. [duh? Is the dressing room door ever locked? And has anyone ever knocked on it before?]
Angel entered the room. There were only a couple of guys in the room. Sting, Dustin, Ricky Steamboat, and … Arn Anderson. [WOOO!!]
Sting smiled and greeted Angel, as did Ricky. Before Angel could say hello back, Arn shouted “Well now, whose life have you come to ruin today, you cheap blonde bimbo?”
“Hey, Arn, you’re way out of line,” Dustin said sharply. [let the man speak, Dustin.]
“I’d get better friends if I were you. She’s nothing but a homewrecker,” and with that, he left.
“Where did all of that come from?” asked Ricky.
“He doesn’t like me.” [he can take a number]
“Evidently,” smiled Sting, then he excused himself, followed by Ricky.
“They cleared out fast,” Angel remarked to Dustin.
“They know,” his voice was quiet. “Have a seat.”
She sat next to him. “I told Bobby.”
“Sting thinks that we have something more than friendship.”
“So does Bobby.”
There was a long time of silence, until Angel broke it with a question. “What do you think?”
“I don’t want to agree.”
“But you do?”
“I do.”
“So do I.”
There was another period of silence.
“Dustin, we can push them to the farthest corner of our mind if we try.” [that sounds like a flawless plan, no?]
“I’m going to try it.”
“Me too.”
Another time of quiet.
“We’ll still be friends, won’t we?”
“Of course,” he said.
“It’ll be awkward.”
“We can get over it. We’ve been through too much to throw it away with one little kiss. Angel, I never would have gotten through this year without you.”
There was a rap on the door and Sting’s voice called out “3 minutes, Dustin!”
Angel stood up. “I’m glad everything is allright between us.” [yes. Of course that conversation has fixed everything.]
“Me too. This is my last day wrestling ‘till after my honeymoon.”
“That’s right.” She hugged him. “I’ll seeya at the wedding.” [don’t you think you guys should can it with the hugging?]
NOTES:
1) This had a lot of stupid stuff in it, but this line is the most ridiculous: "We’ve been through too much to throw it away with one little kiss.” – He is talking about him and Angel, not him and his fiancé. WTF?
2) You like how I conveyed awkward silence by writing stuff like “another time of quiet”? Slick!
3) I so wish I had let Arn stay around longer in this chapter. Don’t worry, friends. He’ll be back.
COMING UP NEXT …
We return to the unfurling of Violet’s Evil Plan and meet a brand new, mostly irrelevant character in …
Chapter 40: A New Nurse
sorry!
I know I missed the usual Tuesday update. So sorry! I've been crazybusy this past few days. I promise that there will be an update tonight!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Chapter 38: Chris' News
This has nothing to do with my blog, but have y'all seen any of the GI JOE trailers. Super suits? I'm wary. I read on wikipedia that it's an origin story, which leaves room for awesomeness, and that the dude playing Cobra Commander didn't try to copy the cartoon voice, which I suppose is a smart decision, but aww man, that would have been so badass. I have the 1987 cartoon movie on DVD. I do not see how any film is going to top it. Cobrilalallalallalallaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Moving right along ...
Chris has news! Angel has news! Only one of them gets to spill it in this chapter, opaquely titled ...
Chapter 38: Chris’ News
Angel stepped into the “heel” dressing room. There were only a few wrestlers in the room because it was early.
“Hey Angel,” greeted Michael “PS” Hayes. [If memory serves me correctly, the P.S. stood for “Purely Sexy.” I don’t think he was.] The Nasty Boys and Larry Zbyszko also shouted hellos.
“Hi guys. You seen Chris?”
“He said he was going to look for you,” said Jerry.
“You two kids make a real nice couple.” [someone should have told big A that before she smooched someone else, no?]
“Thanks, Brian.” Angel smiled at him and excused herself.
Out in the hall, Angel saw Chris. She called his name and he turned to her [a very important plot point]. He swept her into his arms and off the ground. “Sunshine! I got to talk to you!”
“I need to talk to you, too.”
“You first.”
“No, not here.”
“Everything OK?”
“I hope so.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. What do you want to talk about?”
“Angel, I got great news!” [why did Chris suddenly stop dropping the “have” from the “have got” constructions?]
“What is it?”
“Guess!” [brace yourself for lame “humor”]
“Umm … You cracked the JFK mystery?”
“Better.”
“You found out what was in olive loaf?”
“Better!”
“Elvis’ ghost visited you in a dream and told you where the lost Dutchman’s mine was?”
“Better – but not by much. Give up?”
“Sure.”
“I got signed for another two weeks with All-Japan!”
“Oh Chris!” exclaimed Angel. “That’s terrific.”
“I know! I’m so excited.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!?”
“Yes! I know it’s short notice, but we’ve been negotiating for months and these next two weeks are the only time when it’s possible for Bret Hart to join me.”
“Well … I’m happy for you anyway, Chris. I know how much you love it in Japan. It sure will be lonely here without you, though.”
“I’ll be home in no time, Angel-Face. It’s only two weeks.”
“Yeah, I know … but …” suddenly Angel broke off as a thought dawned on her. “Two weeks? Chris, what about Dustin’s wedding? You’re my date!”
Chris smacked himself on the forehead with his palm. “Oh geez! Angel, I’m sorry! I’ll cancel.” [for your girlfriend’s friend’s wedding? Priorities, pal.]
“No! Oh, Chris, don’t. This is so important to you. You barely know Dustin.”
“Angelica, you can’t go alone.”
“Why not?”
Chris’ face scrunched up, as if in deep thought.
“Well … who’ll you share your buffet plate with?” [Actually, the beauty of a wedding buffet is that you don’t have to share your food with your date. So even if you’re married to a chronic Plate Infringer, you actually get to eat an entire adult portion of dinner. Not that I’m speaking from personal experience. Anyway, Chris, you should probably worry about Angel sharing something besides her buffet plate].
Angel chuckled. “Go and be happy, Chris. I’ll survive.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
“Angel, you are the most wonderful woman I could ever hope to feast my baby browns upon. Thanks a bajillion.”
She smiled and shook her head, then kissed his cheek.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Nevermind, Chris. We’ll talk when you come home.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
“De ja vouz.”
“All over again.”
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NOTES:
1) What was that ending? Duh … it’s witty banter. Apologies to Yogi Berra.
2) Chris : Japan :: Marty : Flu
3) Poor unsuspecting Chris. So trusting, so devoted, so blissfully credulous. Have fun in Japan, fella. I’m sure everything will be fine stateside.
COMING UP NEXT …
What should you do when you accidentally kiss someone and then regret it? Share a chapter with that person, obviously! What salacious developments will transpire when Angel confronts Dustin about their saliva transfer? Tune in next week for …
Chapter 39 – Dustin and Angel
Moving right along ...
Chris has news! Angel has news! Only one of them gets to spill it in this chapter, opaquely titled ...
Chapter 38: Chris’ News
Angel stepped into the “heel” dressing room. There were only a few wrestlers in the room because it was early.
“Hey Angel,” greeted Michael “PS” Hayes. [If memory serves me correctly, the P.S. stood for “Purely Sexy.” I don’t think he was.] The Nasty Boys and Larry Zbyszko also shouted hellos.
“Hi guys. You seen Chris?”
“He said he was going to look for you,” said Jerry.
“You two kids make a real nice couple.” [someone should have told big A that before she smooched someone else, no?]
“Thanks, Brian.” Angel smiled at him and excused herself.
Out in the hall, Angel saw Chris. She called his name and he turned to her [a very important plot point]. He swept her into his arms and off the ground. “Sunshine! I got to talk to you!”
“I need to talk to you, too.”
“You first.”
“No, not here.”
“Everything OK?”
“I hope so.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. What do you want to talk about?”
“Angel, I got great news!” [why did Chris suddenly stop dropping the “have” from the “have got” constructions?]
“What is it?”
“Guess!” [brace yourself for lame “humor”]
“Umm … You cracked the JFK mystery?”
“Better.”
“You found out what was in olive loaf?”
“Better!”
“Elvis’ ghost visited you in a dream and told you where the lost Dutchman’s mine was?”
“Better – but not by much. Give up?”
“Sure.”
“I got signed for another two weeks with All-Japan!”
“Oh Chris!” exclaimed Angel. “That’s terrific.”
“I know! I’m so excited.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!?”
“Yes! I know it’s short notice, but we’ve been negotiating for months and these next two weeks are the only time when it’s possible for Bret Hart to join me.”
“Well … I’m happy for you anyway, Chris. I know how much you love it in Japan. It sure will be lonely here without you, though.”
“I’ll be home in no time, Angel-Face. It’s only two weeks.”
“Yeah, I know … but …” suddenly Angel broke off as a thought dawned on her. “Two weeks? Chris, what about Dustin’s wedding? You’re my date!”
Chris smacked himself on the forehead with his palm. “Oh geez! Angel, I’m sorry! I’ll cancel.” [for your girlfriend’s friend’s wedding? Priorities, pal.]
“No! Oh, Chris, don’t. This is so important to you. You barely know Dustin.”
“Angelica, you can’t go alone.”
“Why not?”
Chris’ face scrunched up, as if in deep thought.
“Well … who’ll you share your buffet plate with?” [Actually, the beauty of a wedding buffet is that you don’t have to share your food with your date. So even if you’re married to a chronic Plate Infringer, you actually get to eat an entire adult portion of dinner. Not that I’m speaking from personal experience. Anyway, Chris, you should probably worry about Angel sharing something besides her buffet plate].
Angel chuckled. “Go and be happy, Chris. I’ll survive.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
“Angel, you are the most wonderful woman I could ever hope to feast my baby browns upon. Thanks a bajillion.”
She smiled and shook her head, then kissed his cheek.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Nevermind, Chris. We’ll talk when you come home.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.”
“De ja vouz.”
“All over again.”
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NOTES:
1) What was that ending? Duh … it’s witty banter. Apologies to Yogi Berra.
2) Chris : Japan :: Marty : Flu
3) Poor unsuspecting Chris. So trusting, so devoted, so blissfully credulous. Have fun in Japan, fella. I’m sure everything will be fine stateside.
COMING UP NEXT …
What should you do when you accidentally kiss someone and then regret it? Share a chapter with that person, obviously! What salacious developments will transpire when Angel confronts Dustin about their saliva transfer? Tune in next week for …
Chapter 39 – Dustin and Angel
Monday, May 4, 2009
Chapter 37: Bobby's Last Day
In last week’s exciting installment, Bobby and Linda made up for some reason. Phew. Can Bobby use his recent success in resurrecting his marriage to help Angel with her relationship problems? Also, did you know that Bobby is from the south? I sure did. And I faithfully represented that southernness by replacing the final consonant in several words with an apostrophe. Witness my mastery of dialect in …
Chapter 37 – Bobby’s Last Day
Bobby Eaton hopped up on the cot next to Angel.
“Hey.” He smiled fully. [someone alert the media. Clippy’s smiling fully!]
“Bobby? Is that a smile?” Angel’s heart leaped.
“She believed me!”
Angel gave him a huge hug. [isn’t that how all this trouble started in the first place? Lay off the hugs, blondie.] “That’s wonderful. What changed her mind?”
“I don’t know and I don’t’ care,” he said firmly.
“Bobby – when are you going?”
“An hour or so, why?” [because we are all counting down the minutes]
“You got time to talk with me?”
“I always have time for you, Angelica. What’s wrong?”
“Well … I need some advice.”
“Ok, I’ll do my best.”
“This is between you and me … allright?”
“Sure.” His expression darkened. “What is it?”
“Umm …” She took a deep breath, “Yesterday, I was fixing up Dustin Rhodes’ head, and … well … everything was happening so fast … and the next thing I knew, we were kissing each other.”
“Oh, geez.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you tell Chris?”
“No. that’s what I need your advice for. Should I tell him or not?”
“Well … how do you think he’ll react to it?” [I’m sure he’ll be doing cartwheels. What kind of dumbass question is that?]
“I wish I knew, Bobby.” [You wish you knew? What kind of dumbass answer is that??]
“Hmmm … I think you should be honest with him. Tell him it was a mistake … It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”
“Of course. I love Chris, and Dustin’s gonna get married in a week and a half.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you two must have some feelings for each other to have kissed like that.”
“Oh, Bobby, I don’t …”
“Angelica, think about it. Could you have done the same thing with Paul Orndorf or Leon?”
“I … I guess not.”
Bobby was silent.
“So, what does this mean?”
“I dunno, Angelica.”
“I love Chris, I really do.”
“I never said you didn’t. Your feelings for Dustin probably aren’t that big if you’re just realizin’ them now.” [your logic is impeccable]
“Oh Bobby, I feel so guilty.” [I can’t imagine why.]
“For havin’ those feelings for Dustin?”
“Yeah. Chris is such a wonderful guy. I feel like such a … slut.” [I think trollop might be a better word]
“Angelica, don’t say that. Feelings for other people are normal, so long as they’re not too urgent.”
“They are?”
“Sure.”
“You’ve … felt things for someone other than Linda?”
Bobby paused, considering the question. “Yeah. But only little twinges sometimes.” He stopped and uttered a short laugh. “I’ve never told anyone else this before, but … uh … I had a little bit of a crush on Madusa Miceli for a while.”
“No.” She gasped in disbelief, giggling a little.
“Yeah. Nothing big. It never made me want to leave Linda or anythin’ crazy like that, but … It was there.”
“That’s so weird. Duce and I were friends [yeah, whatever happened to that? Oh yeah, she moved and thus erased yourself from Angel’s consciousness.] and I remember her once saying she didn’t think you liked her at all.”
He grinned. [why?]
There was a moment of silence. A thought entered Angel’s mind. “You know, Bobby, you remind me so much of my big brother Danny.”
“I didn’t know you had a big brother.” [that makes all of us, Clippy]
“We’ve been out of touch. He lives in L.A.”
“I remind you of him?”
“Yeah.” Her answer was short, but enough for Bobby.
“Funny, I told my wife yesterday that you were the little sister I’ve always wanted.”
“See you on Thanksgiving.” They both laughed.
“I sure am gonna miss you, Angelica. You’ve been just about the best friend I’ve ever had.”
“Me too, Bobby. I wish you could stay a little while longer.”
“Jimmy an’ Stan, they’re good guys, and wrestlin’ there is a lot more fun than it is here, but you and Chris are here. It’s frustrating.” He hopped off the cot. She followed.
“You promise you’ll visit as soon as you can?”
“I promise. You gonna tell Chris?”
“Yeah. I hope he understands.”
“I think he will.” He moved to the door with her. “I hate goodbyes.”
“So do I. Especially when it’s the second time around.”
He smiled and gave her a tight hug. “I’ll seeya soon.”
“Okay. Thanks for the talk.” [good GOLLY, will you stop with the pleasantries? Y’all seriously have the least interesting interactions on the planet.]
“Anytime. And I mean that.”
“What’re big brothers for, right?”
“Right.” He smiled and hugged her one more time [of course], then he left for Smokey Mountain once again.
NOTES
1) Good riddance yet again, Clippy Lee. He’ll be gone for a good long while, folks. I hope that doesn’t make you turn away in droves.
2) So Angel has an older brother we’ve never heard about? Which is most likely? (A) we will never hear of him again, (B) he will function as a deus ex machina (C) he will become a recurring character – a slick, hug-avoidant Hollywood lothario who will serve as Angel’s foil (D) we will find out 15 chapters from now that he has died in a horrible car crash. There’s only one way to find out … that’s right. Keep on reading.
COMING UP NEXT ….
Will Angel tell Chris? Will Chris ever get a boot laced in peace? Will I develop a better sense of what constitutes witty banter? Tune in next week for …
Chapter 38: Chris’ News
Chapter 37 – Bobby’s Last Day
Bobby Eaton hopped up on the cot next to Angel.
“Hey.” He smiled fully. [someone alert the media. Clippy’s smiling fully!]
“Bobby? Is that a smile?” Angel’s heart leaped.
“She believed me!”
Angel gave him a huge hug. [isn’t that how all this trouble started in the first place? Lay off the hugs, blondie.] “That’s wonderful. What changed her mind?”
“I don’t know and I don’t’ care,” he said firmly.
“Bobby – when are you going?”
“An hour or so, why?” [because we are all counting down the minutes]
“You got time to talk with me?”
“I always have time for you, Angelica. What’s wrong?”
“Well … I need some advice.”
“Ok, I’ll do my best.”
“This is between you and me … allright?”
“Sure.” His expression darkened. “What is it?”
“Umm …” She took a deep breath, “Yesterday, I was fixing up Dustin Rhodes’ head, and … well … everything was happening so fast … and the next thing I knew, we were kissing each other.”
“Oh, geez.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you tell Chris?”
“No. that’s what I need your advice for. Should I tell him or not?”
“Well … how do you think he’ll react to it?” [I’m sure he’ll be doing cartwheels. What kind of dumbass question is that?]
“I wish I knew, Bobby.” [You wish you knew? What kind of dumbass answer is that??]
“Hmmm … I think you should be honest with him. Tell him it was a mistake … It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”
“Of course. I love Chris, and Dustin’s gonna get married in a week and a half.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you two must have some feelings for each other to have kissed like that.”
“Oh, Bobby, I don’t …”
“Angelica, think about it. Could you have done the same thing with Paul Orndorf or Leon?”
“I … I guess not.”
Bobby was silent.
“So, what does this mean?”
“I dunno, Angelica.”
“I love Chris, I really do.”
“I never said you didn’t. Your feelings for Dustin probably aren’t that big if you’re just realizin’ them now.” [your logic is impeccable]
“Oh Bobby, I feel so guilty.” [I can’t imagine why.]
“For havin’ those feelings for Dustin?”
“Yeah. Chris is such a wonderful guy. I feel like such a … slut.” [I think trollop might be a better word]
“Angelica, don’t say that. Feelings for other people are normal, so long as they’re not too urgent.”
“They are?”
“Sure.”
“You’ve … felt things for someone other than Linda?”
Bobby paused, considering the question. “Yeah. But only little twinges sometimes.” He stopped and uttered a short laugh. “I’ve never told anyone else this before, but … uh … I had a little bit of a crush on Madusa Miceli for a while.”
“No.” She gasped in disbelief, giggling a little.
“Yeah. Nothing big. It never made me want to leave Linda or anythin’ crazy like that, but … It was there.”
“That’s so weird. Duce and I were friends [yeah, whatever happened to that? Oh yeah, she moved and thus erased yourself from Angel’s consciousness.] and I remember her once saying she didn’t think you liked her at all.”
He grinned. [why?]
There was a moment of silence. A thought entered Angel’s mind. “You know, Bobby, you remind me so much of my big brother Danny.”
“I didn’t know you had a big brother.” [that makes all of us, Clippy]
“We’ve been out of touch. He lives in L.A.”
“I remind you of him?”
“Yeah.” Her answer was short, but enough for Bobby.
“Funny, I told my wife yesterday that you were the little sister I’ve always wanted.”
“See you on Thanksgiving.” They both laughed.
“I sure am gonna miss you, Angelica. You’ve been just about the best friend I’ve ever had.”
“Me too, Bobby. I wish you could stay a little while longer.”
“Jimmy an’ Stan, they’re good guys, and wrestlin’ there is a lot more fun than it is here, but you and Chris are here. It’s frustrating.” He hopped off the cot. She followed.
“You promise you’ll visit as soon as you can?”
“I promise. You gonna tell Chris?”
“Yeah. I hope he understands.”
“I think he will.” He moved to the door with her. “I hate goodbyes.”
“So do I. Especially when it’s the second time around.”
He smiled and gave her a tight hug. “I’ll seeya soon.”
“Okay. Thanks for the talk.” [good GOLLY, will you stop with the pleasantries? Y’all seriously have the least interesting interactions on the planet.]
“Anytime. And I mean that.”
“What’re big brothers for, right?”
“Right.” He smiled and hugged her one more time [of course], then he left for Smokey Mountain once again.
NOTES
1) Good riddance yet again, Clippy Lee. He’ll be gone for a good long while, folks. I hope that doesn’t make you turn away in droves.
2) So Angel has an older brother we’ve never heard about? Which is most likely? (A) we will never hear of him again, (B) he will function as a deus ex machina (C) he will become a recurring character – a slick, hug-avoidant Hollywood lothario who will serve as Angel’s foil (D) we will find out 15 chapters from now that he has died in a horrible car crash. There’s only one way to find out … that’s right. Keep on reading.
COMING UP NEXT ….
Will Angel tell Chris? Will Chris ever get a boot laced in peace? Will I develop a better sense of what constitutes witty banter? Tune in next week for …
Chapter 38: Chris’ News
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