Blue
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8
“You hesitated.” I was accusing. Live radio ... remember?
“You have been pulling my chain ever since we met ... my turn.”
I looked at the DJ.
“Don’t look at me ... I know what she’s like.” He said.
“You do?”
“Yup ... High school. I was a senior when Red was a freshman. It’s nice to know college hasn’t changed her.”
“You mean...?”
“Yup ... still an asshole.”
Red slapped us both ... on the air.
The blow heard all over the Kool 92.9 listening area. IF you were listening at 2 in the afternoon, you heard it. If you were listening to that Cowboy and Country music station, KMON, you probably didn’t even know The Spur was in town. KMON ... what a rip ... with a name like that it should play reggae ... reggae is summertime music ... snd Montana needs all the summer it can get.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well what?”
“You gonna ask again?”
“I dun-know ... I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got the first time.” I rubbed my cheek and thought about it. I exposed the other cheek and said, “Will ya?”
“Will I what?”
“Enter into voluntary servitude for the rest of your life.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“No ... but ... I’ve heard married couples use the term.”
“It works both ways.”
“Yes.”
“Then ... Oh kay.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow soon enough?”
“Hold on.”
I borrowed the DJ’s phone and book. One of the travel agencies was heavily outlined, “Mad Dog?”
“What?”
“Is Anderson Travel a major sponsor?”