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Lou didn't want to be here. He wished he were in his own home, in bed with the pillow covering his face. But when Buddy calls and says come over, you come over. |
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Hell, maybe it was better not to be home. Here, at least, he wasn't alone. There were sure to be some wild times, what with the five of them together and Doug's folks over at the club. And the booze. One way or another, maybe he'd be able to forget about last night. At least for a while. |
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And then, as if his hopes were being answered, he did forget about last night. Because Sheila, his girl, chose that moment to sit down across Buddy's lap. She bounced on it playfully and fingered his left ear. 'How are we supposed to have a party when you haven't got a gal?' |
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'Who says I haven't got a gal?' Buddy rubbed his hand over the back of her sweatshirt. |
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They're just kidding around, Lou told himself. But he suddenly felt hot and squirmy inside. |
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Sheila smiled over her shoulder at him and said, 'I think my fella's getting jealous.' |
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Lou shrugged. 'Who, me?' Stupid! He wanted to grab her by the neck and throw her off Buddy's lap. |
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Facing Buddy again, she slipped her fingers through his hair. 'I guess Lou doesn't mind.' |
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'Who's talking about you?' Buddy grabbed a handful at the back of her sweatshirt. When he let go, Lou |
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