Joey & Joy - Chapter 3

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Joey & Joy

Chapter 3

by Marlisa

 
Well that was intelligent, Joy. I gave myself a mental head-slap as I watched the two of them walk in the house. Shaking my head sadly, I pick up the half empty beer and empty the can in one long gulp.


 
Joy’s viewpoint

Well that was intelligent, Joy. I gave myself a mental head-slap as I watched the two of them walk in the house. Shaking my head sadly, I pick up the half empty beer and empty the can in one long gulp.

Hell, I figured he was over that. It was over eight years ago. It’s not like he’s still around the area. Yeah, that’s right. You’re some friend, my girl, some damn friend to bring up something that’s not all that nice of a memory for your lifelong friend.

“THE HELL YOU WILL,” screamed Abby.

I turned and saw Joey’s t-shirt as he flashed by the sliding glass door, apparently with his car keys in hand. Seconds later a door slammed, followed by the rumble of a car starting, then squealing out of the driveway.

“Shit”

“I would definitely agree with that, Joy,” came the clipped reply from Abby. “Since Joey doesn’t want to talk about things, how about you?”

I stand and look sadly into Abby’s eyes as a tear rolls down my cheek.

“It’s not something that I should tell you about,” I sniffle. “I’ve always teased Joey, about everything in fact, but I really thought he was all over that. And no, I’m not going to discuss it with you, Abby. I’ve blundered enough right now and don’t want to make the situation even worse with him.”

“But…”

“No buts, Abby,” I reply as I grab a pen and a business card from my purse, scribbling my hotel and room number on the back before handing it to her. “Please have Joey call me. My flight back home is tomorrow evening, so I’ll probably be at the hotel until I have to check out at eleven tomorrow morning. Please let him know that I’m really sorry.”

I can see that Abby’s unsure but with the way I made a main course out of my foot, it’s probably best that I leave as well. Glancing around one last time, I give Abby a sad smile and wish her the best.

As I’m leaving, I can just make out a phrase from Abby before I close the sliding glass door.

“What the hell is going on?”

To be continued....



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