Date Posted:18:26:39 01/12/10 Tue Author:susiej Subject: Oh Golly Miss Molly! Debi, this is fantastic. >>>> In reply to:
Debi
's message, "Naked..." on 14:55:56 01/12/10 Tue
>Okay, it took me some time, but I finally am replying
>to my own homework. Molly is telling a story about how
>she met the man she almost married years before.
>
>Excerpt from Downtown Babylon, copyright
>2009-2010, by Debi Matlack; all rights reserved.
>Posted for critique and sharing only; does not
>constitute publication.
>
>^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>
>Molly’s mood rose a few notches after the party got
>under way. Bill Wagner, Adam’s buddy from the Marines
>was sitting at the bar. He’d made the trip from
>Virginia for the first time and was eagerly absorbing
>the stories about his friend. During a brief lull, he
>gave Molly a quizzical look.
>
>“How did you meet Adam?”
>
>Before Molly could answer, there was a collective
>snigger from those within earshot, followed by several
>people trying to tell the story at the same time.
>
>“Hold it!” Molly rapped out. “If anyone is going to
>tell this, it’s me. I was there after all.”
>
>“Sort of,” Edith smirked.
>
>Molly pointed a steady finger at her. “You just hush.”
>
>“Now I have to hear this.” Bill grinned at her.
>
>Molly wiped an imaginary puddle off the bar. “Well,
>when I was a teenager, my best friend’s family had
>horses. Quarter horses, to be precise. I’d go hang out
>and ride, and it turns out I was pretty good at it.”
>
>“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
>Fitz yelled from across the room.
>
>“You shut up. It’s my story.” Molly smile belied the
>harsh words. Turning back to Bill, she went on.
Molly needs an apostrophe s
>
>“Anyway, my friend’s dad let me ride one of their
>horses in shows and I seemed to have a gift for not
>falling off cutting horses, so he let me ride Bugs in
>a few shows. I must have been about eighteen, just out
>of high school. We’d been to a show near Orlando, did
>pretty well, so someone invited Betsy and I to a pool
>party. It was at a family friend’s house, so Betsy’s
>dad said okay. What he didn’t know, however, was that
>the parents weren’t home.”
>
>“Oh…” said several people. She chuckled.
>
>“Yeah, ‘oh….’ “ she mimicked. “There were a lot of
>people there I didn’t know, and one of them was this
>tall, good-looking fellow with dark hair and dark
>eyes. Very nice.”
>
>Someone made a lascivious sound, making everyone laugh.
>
>“Now, in my younger, foolish years, I was rather proud
>of my ability to hold my alcohol, but all I’d ever
>really drank was beer.”
>
>Someone in the crowd said “Uh oh.”
two sentences beginning with Someone's too close. Why not reverse this "Uh oh," said someone in the crowd."
>
>Molly nodded. “’Uh oh’, indeed. Someone busted out the
>tequila.” She snickered, a faint smile curling one
>side of her lips. “You know that song about Jose
>Cuervo and dancing on the bar? That was me. Things got
>a little hazy after the first three shots. I remember
>the pool and a bonfire, but not much else. The next
>morning, I woke up, naked in the backyard.”
>
>The crowd lost it at that point. Molly raised her
>hands to draw their attention back and spoke again.
>“Someone had very courteously covered me with a
>blanket. That same someone was sitting against the
>tree I was sleeping under, watching me.”
>
>“Adam.” Bill nodded.
>
>Molly smiled. “Adam.”
Thanks for catching the typos. This was written in about 15 minutes during my lunch break today. I had to come up with a story for the homework, and I pretty sure Valerie never let herself get in a situation like that. But Molly is telling me she was a bit of a wild child. I wonder what6 else she'll tell me?
susiej