“Hey, Schoppe. Over
here.” Mark waved from a booth in the
far corner of the club.
Upon hearing his name, Bill stepped inside, squinted through
the smoke and, finally locating his friend and coworker, waved back. He laced his way through the jam-packed
tables. He waved at Lon, the bartender,
and Lon lifted a beer in his direction.
Bill nodded and Lon motioned at Jean to take it over to the booth. The leggy blond met Bill at the table and handed him the
beer.
“Thanks doll,” he said with a wink.
“You are always welcome, handsome,” she said with a smile
and a toss of her beehive ponytail and a shake of her round backside.
Mark laughed. “Don’t
tell me you know all the girls that work here too.” He tipped his glass up at the big man.
“Oh, Mark, don’t encourage him,” Anna said. “Bill, you need to think about settling
down.”
Bill bent down and gave Anna a peck on the cheek. “Yeah, so you keep saying. How about for now, I settle into this here
chair?” He pulled out one of the two
empty chairs and settled his long legs under the table. He took off his brown fedora, set it on the
table and ran a big hand over his increasingly high forehead. Soon he’s be bald with just a fringe around
the back of his head, just like Grandpa.
And just like Grandpa, he didn’t really give a damn.
*Note: This
account of how Mom & Dad met is my version of what Mom told me. The
conversations are made-up and I've given their friends names because I can't
remember their real ones. Also, the part about the picture is fictionalized,
but based on a real picture Dad had in his WWII memory box, which as far as I
know is still in there.
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