George ended up taking the afternoon off. Better be careful else he’ll lose the forman job to more ambitious Ted from Weights and Balances, interested in scaling to the top. But he couldn’t resist. He was just too lonely.
Afterwards: “Your mate didn’t seem as interested in my act — left early. At least he tipped.”
“No, Edward… Eddie…” George didn’t want to say Eddie is happier at home than himself and hurt Bun Bun’s feelings. “Eddie fears he might be gay,” he decided to say instead, thus planting a seed.
“Um *hmm*. ‘Splains a lot. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Edward…,” George stumbles, trying to think of a name. Bun Bun took the hesitation and ran with it, created her own scenario she instantly believed. She was a born improviser.
“Same name, hmm. Maybe a twin, or at least a twin cousin. Maybe, hmm, a former rival and they couldn’t figure out the intense passion, where it came from. Or a former chum relationship intensified — either one, doesn’t matter.”
“Er, *sure*,” George responded to this, glad he didn’t have to make all that up himself. Edward it is. Eddie and Edward. And so we are almost ready to begin again.
“Hello?” he said to the mayor over the phone after returning home, making sure the cat wasn’t listening in. “We have a second name.”
Sunklands 