Paul's Story, Part 10


I made my way across the room to Amy, and she looked far more upset than I was. She glanced up and me and chuckled when she recognized who I was. Then she continued packing up things off the table, and spoke to me without looking up. "Gee, so I guess you're alone, too," she said. "Yeah. So I was wondering if you wanted to dance or anything and try to salvage the evening." "No," she growled. "I just want to get the hell out of here." She grabbed the last knife off the table and put it into her purse. Then she stared straight at me and said, "Look, if you see David, tell him I left with Pam, okay? No, don't even tell him that. Just tell him I bailed on him." And then she stomped out of the room. Well, that didn't work. I walked back to the table, and on my way I looked in the crowd of dancers. And there, who should I spot but David and Wendy, laughing with each other and having a good time. I sunk into the chair back at the table, and soon the house lights came back on. Everyone slowly came back to regroup and go back to the limo. Wendy was still incredibly cheery as if nothing were wrong, collecting our centerpiece so that she could always remember this wonderful night. I just glared at her through the entire limo ride back. There were conversations about doing something after the dance or something, but I just kept quiet and steamed. Wendy didn't even notice.
	by Brian Tivol

I made my way across the room to Amy, and she looked far more upset than I was. She glanced up and me and chuckled when she recognized who I was. Then she continued packing up things off the table, and spoke to me without looking up.

"Gee, so I guess you're alone, too," she said.

"Yeah. So I was wondering if you wanted to dance or anything and try to salvage the evening."

"No," she growled. "I just want to get the hell out of here." She grabbed the last knife off the table and put it into her purse. Then she stared straight at me and said, "Look, if you see David, tell him I left with Pam, okay? No, don't even tell him that. Just tell him I bailed on him." And then she stomped out of the room.

Well, that didn't work. I walked back to the table, and on my way I looked in the crowd of dancers. And there, who should I spot but David and Wendy, laughing with each other and having a good time.

I sunk into the chair back at the table, and soon the house lights came back on. Everyone slowly came back to regroup and go back to the limo. Wendy was still incredibly cheery as if nothing were wrong, collecting our centerpiece so that she could always remember this wonderful night.

I just glared at her through the entire limo ride back. There were conversations about doing something after the dance or something, but I just kept quiet and steamed. Wendy didn't even notice.

by Brian Tivol