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“Cooper, be serious. This is just a little, nothing, neighborhood bar that serves 3.2 beer, cheese pizza and hamburgers to the families that live around here. My God you can’t even get french fries at this place!
“My parents have been coming here for years! I’ve been coming here forever. Everyone knows me…you’ll be fine.
“And on Saturday afternoons, all the really cool guys come in here to play pool and drink beer before they hit the clubs downtown which…as you have reminded me a zillion times…you will never go to before you’re twenty-one .”
I took another deep breath and said very calmly…or as calmly as was possible…considering I was potentially facing a stretch in the slammer.
“Franny. How old are you?” I asked, as I made a very obvious move to turn in my bucket seat and look at her as she was carefully tilting the rear-view mirror to check her make-up.
“Cooper…I’m twenty-one,” she answered quite patiently…ignoring my burning stare.
“You know that…remember? We all went out last March to celebrate at the River’s Edge Grill. Did you stay out in the sun too long today?”
Then she pulled a bright coral lipstick out of her purse and painstakingly applied it to her lips, not once letting her eyes leave the mirror.
I knew, of course, she was kidding about being out in the sun too long…and in passing…I must admit we both looked pretty damn great with our ‘fresh’ tans and slightly sunburned noses.
“Yes. I DO know that. And…I also know that I am NOT twenty-one. And this stupid fake ID looks so…so…fake! I don’t even look like a ‘Shelley Harris.”
“Oh my gosh, there’s Mike Shaw and Danny Wilson walking in…they are so precious! Stop whining, Cooper, let’s go!”
Then she carefully re-adjusted the mirror and dropped her lipstick into her purse and got out of the car.
“C’mon, Coop. Get a move on.” Franny called to me over her shoulder as she quickly walked around her car and over to the sidewalk where she almost ran down to the corner.
We had parked on the street because Franny didn’t want to park her brand-new car in the parking lot that The Friendly provided.
She didn’t want anyone carelessly opening their car door into the side of her new car. Can’t say as I blame her…that Mustang was awesome.
I finally got out…but at a much slower speed. One could even say I was dawdling….and one would be right.
Even though I didn’t really care what I looked like right now…I guess I had to consider the customary “mug shot” one gets after you’re arrested…so I bent down and looked into the car’s side view mirror.