10 february 1984
Last night, as I drove my jeep on Hazzard's dusty roads, I was very angry. Why are Bo and Luke so annoying sometimes? I'm not a child any more; I'm a woman and they have to treat me like a woman. I'm able to take care of myself. They can't come to the Boars Nest and punch a boy only because he made me a compliment; it was a rough compliment, I know, and I decided to thank him with what he deserves, a glass full of beer directly on his head, just before they punched him. I'm able to take care of myself. I know they are protective, but sometimes they become overprotective. So annoying.
So, in the evening, coming back from the Boar's Nest, I had a fight with Bo and Luke; I'm too emotional, I know it pretty well. I had a terrific fight 'bout their being so overprotective, and it wasn't the first time.
After the fight, after a vain attempt to fall asleep, tossing and turning in my bed in despair, after leaving the farm for a ride to calm me down, and after my wandering, I realized where I was: I was there, at Enos' place, ranting 'bout everything (it's not the first time I "use" Enos for ranting 'bout something I can't rant 'bout with my family). Enos heard everything I was saying silently; he said something from time to time, and his words calmed me down.
And when he finally calmed me down, a huge embarassement took rage's place, realizing I awoke him in the middle of the night, while he was already sleeping. Oh my God!
It was 02:00 o'clock, and, acting like a gentleman, as usual, he told me to sleep in his bed whereas he'd have slept on the couch.
Cuddled under his blankets, pretending to sleep, I heard him phoning to the farm to let uncle Jesse know I was there: Enos' style, caring and honest.
At the end, I fell asleep, lulled by his sweet scent filling the bed.
When I woke up in the morning, he wasn't there any more, already out, doing his duty.
I left his apartment, and, being my day off, I decided to go shopping with Lulu; I wasn't in the mood for coming back to the farm.
I like to talk to Lulu Hogg, she's very kind. I told Lulu everything, and, when I confessed her my running to Enos' place in the middle of the night, she laughed.
I don't understand why Lulu is always so allusive 'bout my relationship with Enos; she talks always like she knows and she understands something about me and Enos above what I know.
Anyway, I like to go shopping with Lulu. It's very funny and it relaxes me.
Walking near Hazzard Bank, I saw Enos. He was talking with a young woman, and he was smiling. I know that girl: she works there, she's an employee, and I know that she's engaged with another bank clerk; but, somehow, when I see Enos smiling to another woman, it bothers me.
Enos, when you smile, is it innocence or deceit? Probably, you don't even realize it, do you? But every your smile stirs my heart, and you have to smile only to me, I want you smile only to me.
Lulu looked at Enos and the girl, then she looked at me, laughing when she saw my face, and asking me if I'm jealous.
Jealous? Not. I'm not jealous at all. Enos is only a friend, isn't he? My best friend, but only a friend, a close friend but a friend: it's what I told Lulu, it's what I said to myself... even if sometimes... No, I don't want to think 'bout it, now, it's too complicated, and I'm too tired to indulge in this kind of thoughts.
At the end of the peaceful morning spent with Lulu, it was time to come back to the farm, I couldn't avoid it any more.
Bo and Luke didn't look for me; they know that when I'm angry it's a LOT better to stay away from me. Besides, uncle Jesse knew I spent the night at Enos' place (and he trusts Enos) and I bet he knew I spent the morning with Lulu.
When I decided to go back to the farm, I was finally quiet, ready to talk to my cousins and uncle Jesse, and apologize.
On the way home, I suddenly saw Enos' patrol car, and I decided to stop to thank him for his patience.
Coming out my jeep, I walked to his patrol car and I saw him sleeping. Enos is able to sleep everywhere, also hanging on a wall; I can't help but laughing when I think of his attitude to sleep everywhere, if he needs to.
I decided to not awake him; it was my fault if he was so tired. I gently opened the door of his patrol car and I kissed him softly; he didn't wake up, but he smiled, lost in his dreams.
Was you dreaming of me, Enos Strate? And what kind of dreams? No, don't say it to me, I prefer not to know it, now. Maybe, someday, I'll ask you what you dream of, Enos, what you think of. Maybe, someday. Not today.