Thank You So Much
Francine stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom.
Perfect, she thought. Her hair was swept up, blond CURLS falling in
wispy tendrils on either side of her face. Taking a bottle of perfume
from her vanity she carefully applied it to the PULSE points on her
wrists and neck. After that came some lipstick. Magazine ads had
promised that this particular lipstick made any man want to KISS the
woman who wore it. Not that she and Mike hadn't kissed before,
Francine thought. In fact, they'd been seeing each other for nearly
two months and it was starting to look really promising. Francine
carefully blotted her lips and then leaned closer towards the mirror,
smiling at what she saw.
Definitely perfect.
The doorbell rang. It was him. A little bit early, but she didn't
care. "Just a minute!" Francine called out. Hurriedly she pulled on
the SILK robe and tied the RIBBON. The gourmet dinner she'd ordered
from Ma Maison was already laid out on the table and the champagne was
chilling in the ice bucket. This would be a night they'd never forget.
When Francine got close to the door, a smell assaulted her senses. It
was damp smell but more than that-she flashed back to the time at
Sarah Lawrence when one of the other girls had pushed her into the
swimming pool. Francine had been wearing her new sweater at the time
and after that it had shrunk to the point where the only girl capable
of wearing it would have to be Barbie-sized. Mallory Kimble had sworn
it was just a joke but Francine had never been quite able to forgive
her. She'd also never been able to forget that smell.
The smell of wet wool. Francine opened the door to reveal a very
bedraggled and angry-looking Lee Stetson. The sheep's costume was
soaking wet and leaving little puddles on the floor outside and the
hood was askew so that one of the sheep's ears hung over Lee's right
eye. His right black eye.
"My my," Francine said. "What happened? Little Bo Peep give you a
hard time?"
"Very funny, Francine," Lee said. "Wasn't there a little something you
forgot to tell me about our contact?"
"Look I know Marco's a little unstable," Francine said. "But he's
harmless."
"Right, except for his probatophobia." Lee said, walking closer.
"Know what that is? It's a fear of sheep-Marco gets very violent in
the presence of sheep." .
"I'm sorry," Francine said. "If I had known-"
Lee held up his hand. "Save it," he said. "That man is over 250
pounds, Francine. If Amanda hadn't conked him over the head with her
crook I'd probably be in the hospital."
"Lee you can't come in here- I have a date-you're dripping water all
over the carpet and I just had it cleaned-"
Lee started to smile. "Oh I won't stay long. I just wanted to thank
you for the costume."
The End.
Author's Chapter Notes:
*set right after A Matched Pair-usual disclaimers apply. Hope you enjoy :)*