Pedal pushers, saddle shoes, and Marilyn Monroe, hallmarks of the 1950s.
School had let out for the day. Louise and Marie, best friends, sat in an A & W fast food, drinking root beers.
Louise, five-foot-two was busty, wore tight sweaters, and had her long red hair tied up in a ponytail.
Marie, tall and flat-chested. Hair dark brown. Shoulder-length. Bangs.
"You know. You're like my sister; I'd never lie to you." Louise took a sip of her drink and adjusted her eyeglasses. "Remember Buddy? He played on the football team. You thought he was cute, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"One day, when my mom was at work. Buddy showed up at the door— I let him come in."
“So?"
"He got fresh.”
"You mean— he tried to kiss you or something?" Marie sucked up some of her drink too fast, making it come out of her nostrils. "Oh, ah, that burns." Eyes watering, she picked up a napkin and wiped the tip of her nose. She wadded the paper and put it on top of the table.
"Are you all right?" Louise asked.
"I'm fine. Go on. I'm listening." Marie wrapped puckered lips back on a white soggy straw and sucked more of her root beer. "So, Buddy came in. Then what? You didn't do it, did you?"
"— I pushed Buddy off. He rolled onto the floor, but... before that—” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I'm pregnant,” Louise blurted out.
Marie glanced around the room to make sure nobody was listening.
“Are you sure?”
"Yeah, I went to the doctor.”
"What will the kids say? Oh, Louise, this is terrible."
Sniffing, Louise softly said, "I'm only sixteen.”
"It'll be okay, Louise. I promise.” Sliding her frosted glass to one side, Marie reached out, wiggled her fingers. Holding hands across the table, Marie said, “Let’s pray that God will take it away.”
Louise cried, “What if He doesn’t?”
School had let out for the day. Louise and Marie, best friends, sat in an A & W fast food, drinking root beers.
Louise, five-foot-two was busty, wore tight sweaters, and had her long red hair tied up in a ponytail.
Marie, tall and flat-chested. Hair dark brown. Shoulder-length. Bangs.
"You know. You're like my sister; I'd never lie to you." Louise took a sip of her drink and adjusted her eyeglasses. "Remember Buddy? He played on the football team. You thought he was cute, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"One day, when my mom was at work. Buddy showed up at the door— I let him come in."
“So?"
"He got fresh.”
"You mean— he tried to kiss you or something?" Marie sucked up some of her drink too fast, making it come out of her nostrils. "Oh, ah, that burns." Eyes watering, she picked up a napkin and wiped the tip of her nose. She wadded the paper and put it on top of the table.
"Are you all right?" Louise asked.
"I'm fine. Go on. I'm listening." Marie wrapped puckered lips back on a white soggy straw and sucked more of her root beer. "So, Buddy came in. Then what? You didn't do it, did you?"
"— I pushed Buddy off. He rolled onto the floor, but... before that—” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I'm pregnant,” Louise blurted out.
Marie glanced around the room to make sure nobody was listening.
“Are you sure?”
"Yeah, I went to the doctor.”
"What will the kids say? Oh, Louise, this is terrible."
Sniffing, Louise softly said, "I'm only sixteen.”
"It'll be okay, Louise. I promise.” Sliding her frosted glass to one side, Marie reached out, wiggled her fingers. Holding hands across the table, Marie said, “Let’s pray that God will take it away.”
Louise cried, “What if He doesn’t?”
