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Coco Interlude V
Lynda loved to decorate. She had turned the apartment
into a comfortable and welcoming place to relax alone
or to entertain. There were no house rules at all. The
focal point of the main room was a low square coffee
table flanked by three couches. Jon stood more than
6 feet tall so she had chosen long deep couches that
just invited you to lie down. Sometimes they lay together,
other times they took a couch each, reading a book or
watching television, talking only during the commercials.
They had passed a frantic day buying Christmas presents
and now they were enjoying a well-deserved glass of
wine. The clock chimed six times. Neither of them had
expected to make it home so early and the chance to
just lie and do nothing was delicious.
The phone rang. Lynda reached out a lazy arm to
scoop up the receiver.
"Hello." She listened for a while and
then said, "Can you hold? Let me ask Jon."
She put her palm over the mouthpiece. "It's
Teri. Would we like dinner tonight?"
"Tonight!?" What sort of notice was that?
"Greg and Eve dropped out."
"Oh, that's flattering."
"Shhh."
"What time?" He was pretending to be affronted
but really he was not.
"Seven."
"Seven!???"
She put the phone back to her ear. "Teri? We'd
love to come. Thank you. See you later."
She hung up and tried to gather her thoughts. The
evening had looked so tranquil just a moment early.
"I'd better take the shower first. Can you iron
my white blouse?"
"I don't know. What do I do?"
"It's just like a shirt. You know how to iron
a shirt."
He was not convinced. "It has bulges!"
She looked down at her chest. "Not very big
ones."
"OK, I'll try. Where are my keys?"
They had begun to panic.
"What wine shall we take?"
"What's the main course?"
"Have you seen my glasses?"
"Where's the shoe polish?"
"Do we have enough gas in the car?"
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