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Giving Shit

Becki could not believe her eyes, to see Edward Julian Watson standing in front of her, when she looked up from keeping the books. Not ten minutes after meeting up with him. And that other woman. Julia.
He rang the little silver bell, anyway.
"May I help you?" she asked and the fact she did not want to was very apparent on her face.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm working."
"No, what are you doing?"
Her eyes went to the books, to conceal her further disbelief. "Quit asking stupid questions," she replied.
"Fine," he stated, "How are you?"
And she did not care about her eyes any longer. She looked at him and said, "Please, quit asking stupid questions."
Edward Julian Watson told her fine again, as he turned to walk away. "You're acting stupid. Since we are still on for six tonight, I will see you later."
Becki's mouth opened, but nothing came out, and Edward Julian Watson made it out the front doors of the bookstore, before she could close it again.

He took her to the grocery store, so they could smuggle fresh oranges into the movie theatre.

Edward Julian Watson pulled quietly into her driveway and cut the engine to the Datsun.
Becki said nothing. She listened to the engine tick; as it cooled down.
"Can I come up?" he asked, in his happy voice.
And Becki replied, "I do not think so." But when she reached for the door handle, the car suddenly came back to life.
"Let's go for a drive then," Edward Julian Watson said, still just as happy.
"Fine." Becki slouched back into her seat and folded her arms across her chest. She stared out the window, as Edward Julian Watson drove down the empty, now past midnight streets, aimlessly.
"I am going to call your mother tomorrow," Becki spoke finally, but did not turn to look at him.
And Edward Julian Watson voice was incredulous. Alarmed. "What for?"
And Becki finally smiled.



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