1957
Michigan
Back on the line at Continental Can Company on Monday, Lois
did her best to concentrate on the work, but Bill kept wandering over from his
area and, as careful as her sneaky coworkers thought they were, she knew
everybody was watching and waiting to see what she would do.
At noon, Bill wandered up to the table she shared with Anna
and a couple other girls in the break room. “They’re taking bets on whether or
not you’re gonna shoot me down,” he said, motioning over his shoulder.
Lois looked up and, as one, all the looky-loos turned away
and pretended to concentrate on their own lunches. She shook her head and
turned her gaze up to the man towering over the table. “Instead of wondering if
I’m going to shoot you down, why don’t you just leave me alone?”
Anna gasped, fork stuck midway between her salad and her
open mouth.
Bill’s eyes widened and he frowned. He tipped his head to
one side. “You got it, lady.” He turned and walked away.
“Lois,” Anna said, “what on Earth is the matter with you?”
Polly shook her head. “What was that all about? I
thought you liked him.”
Doris nodded in agreement. “Yeah, what the heck?”
**Note: Meeting of Minds is a fictionalized version of
what Mom told me regarding how her and Dad met and (spoiler alert)
finally got together. ;-)
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