IT COULDA BEEN WORSE . . . SHE COULDA BEEN A WELDER DRABBLE
by
Owlcroft
"Well," McCormick rubbed his hands together, grinning. "We oughta let these two catch up on old times. Whaddaya say, Warren? A drive-in movie?"
Warren smiled at him slyly. "There's a triple-header in Lamont." Darting a glance at her uncle, "You won't mind Mark getting in late tonight, right?"
Hardcastle glared at them furiously, then turned to the lady seated next to him with a patently false smile. "We'll have our own good time right here, won't we, Ruth?"
To his horror, she draped herself over his arm and cooed, "Oh, Milt, it's been so long."
Mark and Warren left, snickering.
