“Sorry, Mavis,” I said automatically.
“Don’t be sorry, Clem. Stand up for yourself. I like Stank cuz he’s honest, handsome as the day is long and don’t take lip from nobody, not even me.”
“Sorry, Mavis,” I said again.
She shook her head.
“But, Mavis, I—”
“Clem,” she said. “I’m with Peter and that’s final.”
I hung my head and sauntered toward the door. As I passed Stank, I looked up at him. He didn’t meet my eyes.
I wandered outside and … Read More