She was sitting on a trash bin at a local hot dog joint, taking mental notes.
“What do you think about Nawt Vaya so far?” asked senior Wanda Spotify to junior transfer Leonard Johhannssonn about the state university they both attend, the former destined to replace Peter Melanchton as summa cum laude graduate of her class.
He smiled, thinking of what just went on in their secretive 12×10 getaway cabin just over there. He’d seen… paradise!
“Welll?” she asked, addicted to answers (which made her such a good student). Then, looking over at Wheeler on the trash bin, she caught the synchronicity. Oh, well *that* won’t happen again, she thought. Until tonight. Studying and attending classes first, of course. Then they’ll meet back here at the hot dog stand around 6-ish. Wheeler took note of that too.
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“Why are we here Wheeler?” questioned on again off again hubby Newt.
“Just shussh,” she said not much above a whisper. “I’m trying to listen.” To soothe Newt’s then perceived hurt feelings, she added, “I’ll tell you when they leave.”
Their one hot dog came, neither being much of a meat lover. Unless it’s Wheeler.
(to be continued)
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