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“Oh my God!! Are you kidding me? Cooper hasn’t ever ridden on a motorcycle…and she doesn’t have a brother! She doesn’t even have a sister!” Franny was laughing so hard she almost fell off Bob’s bike.
Unwilling…at this point…to make eye contact with Hank, I gazed…with what I hoped was some degree of nonchalance…off into the distance at the bright, yellow, sugar maples that dotted the area where we had stopped.
How very pretty they look, I thought…trying to at least mentally absent myself from this situation that was becoming increasingly unfriendly.
I knew full well that Hank was looking daggers at me. I was surprised I wasn’t actually bleeding.
I also knew…it was probably not a really good idea to suggest to Hank that this would be a good time to show me the “ins and outs” of being a proper passenger on a motorcycle. I had some brains…
So…I kept that suggestion to myself and chose a different strategy.
As I made an attempt to get off this damn motorcycle…I indignantly declared with a voice full of totally, undeserved self-righteousness…
“Well then!! If you’re going to get so mad…forget it. Who wants to be here anyway? I’m going home.”
Again. Today. What the hell was I thinking?
Like a lot of my good ideas and intentions…I had overlooked a few facts. In this particular case…the simple fact that there was a considerable number of miles between “here” and “home”.
Also. I continued to find it extremely difficult…if not impossible…to get off of this fucking bike by myself…without falling flat on my face!
And I was surely not holding out any hope that Jake was going to lend me a hand any time soon…
So, there I sat…trying to ignore the now muffled laughs of my ‘former best friend‘…what’s her name…?
And, of course…trying not to bleed from the wounds I had suffered from Hanks’ disappointed looks and reproachful words.
No one said anything. As they say…”the silence was deafening”…except for the damning whoosh of cars speeding by us…
Yes. Yes. I know!! Going really, really fast.