C4 antho - Chamber Four

~122~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology
I smiled, relieved that he wasn’t yet known for any particular
appendage.
“So,” Aimee continued, brushing back her hair, “what
brings you to Nature’s Bounty?”
“My Dad...he’s sort of having a midlife crisis, I think.”
“Yeah, most of these people are,” she agreed. Vicki nodded
beside her, then scratched her stomach.
“Plus my Mom sort of left him for Damien Markus so...”
“Wait. The basketball player?” Vicki asked. I tried desperately
to look her in the eyes, in the braces, anywhere but
where I seemed to look.
“Yeah...he plays. For the Spurs.”
“Ohmigosh! I love the Spurs!” Vicki cried, bouncing up
and down. “Think you can get us tickets?”
“Sure, probably,” I agreed.
And then, an afterthought:
“But we’d have to wear some clothes.”
No one said anything, and, red-faced, I began wondering
if I’d violated some unspoken rule:
Thou shall not draw attention to thy nakedness.
Finally, Aimee burst into laughter, pressing her hand to
my arm.
“Oh, Frankie, you’re a riot!” she laughed. “You think
we’d really waltz around Freeman Coliseum like this?” she
asked, running her hand down the length of her body. “Seriously?”
I shrugged, bashful, but figured we probably would.
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