A Strange Meeting…Ten

“Best pizza ever,” she sighed, pushing the empty box away from her. “Crust so thin and crisp, mmmmmmmm.”

“Agree,” said Parker, wiping his hands on a paper napkin.  “Delicious.”

“I’m too full for caramel corn.  After four bags of french fries and an extra large pizza, I don’t think I can anything for at least an hour,” she said, patting her flat stomach.

“You’re as thin as a rail,” he said, looking at her.  “How can you eat the way you do and not weigh four hundred pounds?”

“High metabolism, want some chocolate?” she asked, popping a square into her mouth.

“You just said you couldn’t eat anything for an hour.”

“Chocolate doesn’t count.  You can eat chocolate anytime, anywhere.  It’s not considered food, it’s more like a…safety valve.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You guys should be happy chocolate exists so women don’t murder you where you stand,” she said grinning.  “I’m not kidding.”

“I know.  I can tell,” he said, handing her another piece.

Max jumped onto the table, grabbed a small piece of crust and dropped to the floor.  Mindy came over and they both ate the food.

“They share,” said Parker, watching them.  “It’s sweet.”

“Will they come looking for you?”

“Maybe.  Probably.  I don’t know,” he said.

“Why would they?”

“I might know too much.  I might be too…dangerous.”

“You? Dangerous?” she said, amazed.  “You’re like a…”

He had her pinned to the floor.  “What you were saying?”

“…big pussycat,” she said, throwing him against the table.

He smiled, she smiled, and then it began.

Twenty minutes later, Lexi was on top of him and he couldn’t move an inch.  “Give up,” she asked.

“I’m letting you do this,” he said.  “I’m tired from the time change.”

“Worst excuse EVER,”she said, kissing him.  “Give up?”

“Absolutely,” he said, putting his newly released arms around her.

“It’s me, Bill” he said, pounding on the door.  “Open up.”

Lexi groaned, got up and went to the door.

“What’s up?”asked Parker

“Is that all you two ever do?”

“No we eat and sometimes we sleep,” said Lexi.

“Casey’s dead,” said Bill, sitting on a kitchen chair. “In Vatican City.  Head and heart.”

Parker stared at him. “What happened?”

“Lewis is dead as well.”

“Wasn’t he in Spain?”

“Barcelona.  He was due back next week.  Head and heart, close range.”

“Someone they knew?”

“Don’t know,” said Bill, shaking his head.  “Two outstanding…”

Lexi put a cup of coffee and three pieces of toast in front of Bill and sat down next to Parker. “What can we do?” she asked.

“We?” said Parker.  “There is no we, there’s only me.”

“So we’re breaking up and your leaving?”


“If there’s just you, then there’s no me, so there’s no us,” said Lexi.

“What did she just say?” asked Bill, petting the cat sitting on his lap.

Parker looked at her and said, “Is this what you meant when you say that men don’t have any idea what women are saying?”

She pulled a bubble gum cigarette out of the pack and pretended to light it.  “Anyone want a smoke?”



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4 Responses to A Strange Meeting…Ten

  1. Resa says:

    I think I read 10 & 11 out of order.
    I’m getting hungry. Meow!

    • That was my fault. I put 11 on and realized I had skipped 10. Sorry about that. I want pizza really bad, with lots of crust and fries. 🙂

      • Resa says:

        Sometimes I make pizza with those flatbread crusts, french fries & sweet potato fries & batter dipped (wholewheat no, eggs) deep fried broccoli served with this awesome sesame miso (hot) condiment.
        I figure, now that I’ve got the deep frying going, let’s fry it up! 😀

  2. Can Em and I come and live with you and Jeep, Johnny and N, or at least live next door and just eat at your house?

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