Thursdays In The Valley – Part 17

“Hey!”

“Hi”

She keeps walking . . .

“Hang on a minute, slow down. What are you doing?”

“Nothing, I’m working.”

“What’s the deal, are you trying to avoid me or something?”

“No, why do you say that?”

“Oh I don’t know, because every time I’ve been near you today you just put your head down and start walking really fast.”

“I guess I’m embarrassed.”

“About what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“What, did you drink too much last night?”

“Umm, you could say that.”

“No big deal, I’m always drinking too much. I did think it was kind of strange you didn’t even say good bye.”

“I felt stupid, I was up there dancing, acting like a slut. I’m not like that.”

“I saw you dancing and I didn’t think you looked like a slut. You were just dancing, no big deal.”

“I was the only person dancing, up on a table, in a bar, while a bunch of guys were cheering and whistling. That doesn’t look too good.”

“You know, I get what you are saying, but I don’t think it was that big of a deal. You’re making more out of it than what it was.”

“It’s just that I don’t want you to think I’m that kind of person. I don’t care what the rest of those people think about me but I care what you think.”

“It’s fine, I don’t think anything. I think you were drinking, dancing and having a good time. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Are you sure? Would you tell me the truth?”

“I am sure and I am telling you the truth. It’s cool.”

“Thank you.”

“You know the bartender offered to pay me $100 a night to come dance there.’

“No shit, that’s a lot of money. You gonna do it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because that would be wrong. I’m not a stripper.”

“You wouldn’t be stripping, would you?”

“Not technically but that’s what I would feel like.”

“Damn, if I could dance, and looked good, I’d do it.”

“I think you look good.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well thank you. That’s a nice thing to say.”

“Don’t mention it.”

 

 

Tell me something . . . think you can kill her too?

I didn’t kill anybody.

You really believe that?

It wasn’t my fault . . .

What about those other people?

What other people?

The woman, and the children . . .

Don’t lay that on me, it wasn’t my fault.

It was and it is. Remember.

3 thoughts on “Thursdays In The Valley – Part 17

      1. Good to know, it’s this murder mystery and I’m left wondering how much blame really rests on his shoulder. It sounds like a fatal accident caused by possible carelessness on his part.

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