If This Is A Dream, I'm Sleeping More Often.
Butch & I were sitting on the steps to the front porch. Candice was in the bathroom and Lillian was on the phone. We're on the verge of leaving to go shopping but something is holding us all back. There's no real drama or situation that should come between us. Really we should be happy and smiling. There's just this pang in my chest and I know Candy has it too. It's just this random emotion that keeps us from laughing & being joyful. Butch sensed my remorse and licked my face.
"Mickie?" My eyes slowly made their way up to see a short and very pregnant woman.
"Yes?" I searched every inch of her face looking for something familiar and found nothing.
"I just moved next door. My name is Tammy. I knew that you were vastly popular in the wrestling world.. I used to be. Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner sometime on say.. Thursday?"
"Um." I was hesitating for longer than I should have, "Yes. I would really like that." She smiled and nodded and turned around and walked through my wide and prosperous lawn to hers.
Thursday came faster than I anticipated. It was almost noon before I remembered about my dinner date with Tammy. I had a dilemma. Go without Candice & Lillian, or surprise Tammy with more mouths to feed. Also, I could not just ask her to eat with us. What if she had already started cooking? Decisions. Decisions. I decided to walk to her house and spring up on her porch and see if she minded the girls coming too. The trek across my yard was longer than I remembered. The again, being a tour all the time I never had time to walk anywhere.. And to add to the walk, I was on crutches thanks to the accident. I was so deep in my thoughts, I never noticed Tammy waving at me in a questionable manor.
"Mickie! Why are you even up & walking?" She slipped some flip flops on and waddled as fast as she could over to me.
"It's okay. Really, I can walk on my own accord." She waved her hands in disagreement. She looped her arm around my waist and helped me to the porch and inside. I was relieved to be greeted by a small dog and a normal lavender accented kitchen.
Sitting around a small oval shaped, wooden table; Lillian, Candice, Tammy & myself became to talk about wrestling, clothes, pregnancy and even our dogs eating habits. It's then that I suddenly figure out exactly who Tammy is. The blonde hair. The familiar complexion. The lean legs. She was the original diva...