The second time, I took a paw to the nose. Tallulah purred next to me, then hit me in the face with her paw. I was certain all I had to do was invite Bryant back to my place, and he would have gladly taken care of my needs. My problem could have been easily remedied. Tallulah hopped up and planted herself on the pillow next to me.Īfter a fourteen-hour day at a new job, followed by two martinis, I should have been tired. Finding all clear, I took a quick shower, moisturized my body, and climbed into bed. I carried her with me as I did my daily entry ritual-opening all the closets and doors, checking behind the curtains and under the bed. “How about if I get you one of those little cat sweaters? Maybe something sleek-looking and black? Or maybe something with faux fur on it, huh? Would you like that, ugly girl? You need some fur for this Butterball-looking body.” “I know, I know, you can’t help it.” I scratched my fingernails on her back.
She was perched on the top of the back of the couch waiting for me when I flicked on the lights. The living room was dark except for two bright green globes staring directly at me. The sound of my collection of deadbolts unlocking had become her personal Pavlovian call to action. Back at my apartment, Tallulah, that damn ugly cat, scared the crap out of me when I walked in.
We called it an early night after that since both of us were early risers. I’m not really sure yet.”Īs usual, Bryant was a good sport. “Can I get back to you in a day or two? We just started this big project I’m working on, and they may expect me to come in over the weekend. I needed time to think about it a little more. Yet…I was hesitant to commit on the spot for some reason. I loved the beach, and a clam bar and beer was totally my thing. “I was thinking…how about we go down to the Jersey Shore this weekend? A weekend on the beach, dinner at a shack that sells cold beer and clams by the bucket? My friend has a place down in Long Beach Island, and he isn’t using it this weekend.”
Now we were sitting at the bar, and he put his hand on my knee. I told him all about my new job, and he actually listened. It just wasn’t Bryant I wanted to have it with.
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