Part 058

Fifty Eight

“I think he hates me,” Tia said as Charlie finished picking his way around the debris field covering his driveway on his way up to his house.

“It’s just Canadians,” Georgie said.  “I think if it weren’t for the whole other-side-of-the-border thing, he’d be pretty happy you were here.  I don’t hate you, and I know he and I have the same taste in women, so-”

“Oh c’mon already,” said Jenny as she pulled the car away from Charlie’s place.

“What?” Georgie asked.

“Look, if this was going to happen, it’d have happened already, so if it ain’t by now it ain’t ever.”

There was silence in the car after the outburst as the three of them drove on streets getting the first taste of light from the sunrise.  Venus hung like a jeweled earring over the tree line as they turned the corner.

“Did I at least have a shot?” Georgie asked Tia.

“Well,” she replied, “it’s nice you think of me that way.”

“Oh for the love of…” Jenny muttered.

“Well, you know,” said Georgie.  “You go big when you can, and when you do you never know what you might get.”

“Go big, huh?” Jenny asked.  “We’ve spent a good part of the night out on the lake, finding crap, and you want to go big, huh?”

“Hey, can’t spend the rest of your life just sitting there, can you?”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hey, what…  You sound pissed,” said Georgie.

Jenny sighed.  “Sorry, it just sounded-  Nah, it’s nothing, forget it.”

“All I said was go big,” Georgie said to Tia.  “I do something wrong here?”

“You know,” said Tia, “since you mentioned it, there is a way to do that.”

“What do you mean?”

Just as Tia finished explaining, the car fishtailed in a bootleg turn before it sped up…

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