Winter Season

Tongue click

She rubbed her fingers through his hair, “feeling better?”

“Yes, I always feel better when I’m with you.” A car was approaching them. “Oh dear lord.” He thumped his forehead on her shoulder.

“Is that tongue click?”

“Good guess.”

“How do you want to handle this?”

“With as little interaction as possible.”

She slowly drove by, as she did she yelled out the window, “don’t jump.” Oscar hadn’t given her voice enough of an irritation value.  His version of her sounded better than the real thing ever would.

Cindy giggled as she approached them, tongue click, “I saw that in a movie once.” Tongue click, “I’ve always wanted to say it.” No tongue click, she was panting slightly. She held up her finger to indicate that she needed a moment.

Oscar was cold, “what brings you our way Cindy?”

Pant, “I needed to apologize for today.” Deep breath, “what I said today was totally out of line.”

“How much ah dressin’ down did you get from the superintendent?” One of Oscar’s hands was at the small of Esther’s back. The other was lying on her thigh.

Tongue click, “oh my. He was mad.” Tongue click, “if he said it once he said law suit ten times.” Tongue click, giggle, pant.

Oscar noted Cindy looking Esther up and down, her eyes resting on Oscar’s hand that was visible. “Cindy Morgan, Esther Morrison my fiancée.”

Cindy didn’t say a word. She just looked at Esther like a deer in the headlights. Esther hopped down off the rail and extended her hand to Cindy. Cindy finally remembered herself and accepted Esther’s hand.

“Wow! This is sudden isn’t it?” Cindy was blinking rapidly and there was no tongue clicking going on.

Esther looked at Oscar then said, “when you know it’s right, go with it.”

Oscar hid his face from Cindy. It was all he could do not to bust out laughing. He just grinned and winked at Esther.

Cindy turned red and giggled. “Okay.” She got in her car, backed off the bridge, turned and left.

“That was interesting.” Esther watched her car drive out of sight. “If I didn’t know better, I would think she had the hots for you.”

“Come on.”

“No, think about how she acted.”

“I really don’t want to.”

They started walking back to the house hand in hand.

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