Chapter Seven: Walk Home
We're walking side by side back to Grace's hotel room and I'm dying to tell ask her about that phone call. What did it MEAN? Why did she tell McGuire she loved him? I have to admit only a small portion of my thoughts are focused on that. Most are focused on the flimsy nightgown she's wearing.
"Did I tell you Stan Fields was getting fired?" Grace asks yawning.
"I'm on it. Look, jus' concentrate on being Gracie Lou, alright?" I tell her. It's obvious she's beat and I don't want her worrying too much right now. What she needs is rest.
"Mmm-hmm." She sighs back. Grace is about to fall asleep any second.
I figure she won't really remember this conversation seeing as she's so tired so I decide to step out on a limb. "And by the way, your doin' a great job. I thought the evening gown looked..... I totally bought it." I hold my breath.
"I know you think I'm gorgeous." Apparently she's more awake than I thought.
"What?!? Phh. I don't think you're gorgeous." I try to recover my rapidly bruising ego. I didn't think she'd take my complement as a joke and I most certainly didn't think she'd respond at all or remember this tomorrow.
"You think I'm gorgeous, you want to kiss me, you want to hug me." Grace begins singing, swaying a little to her made up tune.
I try to interrupt by saying, "I think MacDonald is more feminine, I'd rather kiss him." Either she didn't hear me or is choosing to ignore me. The least I had hoped to accomplish was for her to stop singing, no such luck.
"You want to love me, you want to hug me, you want to smooch me." she continues sing-songing.
So I do the only thing I know how. It's the only tried and true way of getting a woman to shut up. I step up real close to her and look down as if I'm about to kiss her. She gets quiet and my plan has worked only it hasn't. It back fired right in my face. Now that I'm this close I don't want to move away. I WANT to kiss her and hug her and smooch her and all the other ridiculous things in her song. But I can't, it would be too awkward to work together afterward if I did. So I stand there for a split second entertaining the thought of kissing her before I pull my Milky Way up to my mouth to take a bite. Somehow it doesn't taste as good as I imagine she would.
We're walking side by side back to Grace's hotel room and I'm dying to tell ask her about that phone call. What did it MEAN? Why did she tell McGuire she loved him? I have to admit only a small portion of my thoughts are focused on that. Most are focused on the flimsy nightgown she's wearing.
"Did I tell you Stan Fields was getting fired?" Grace asks yawning.
"I'm on it. Look, jus' concentrate on being Gracie Lou, alright?" I tell her. It's obvious she's beat and I don't want her worrying too much right now. What she needs is rest.
"Mmm-hmm." She sighs back. Grace is about to fall asleep any second.
I figure she won't really remember this conversation seeing as she's so tired so I decide to step out on a limb. "And by the way, your doin' a great job. I thought the evening gown looked..... I totally bought it." I hold my breath.
"I know you think I'm gorgeous." Apparently she's more awake than I thought.
"What?!? Phh. I don't think you're gorgeous." I try to recover my rapidly bruising ego. I didn't think she'd take my complement as a joke and I most certainly didn't think she'd respond at all or remember this tomorrow.
"You think I'm gorgeous, you want to kiss me, you want to hug me." Grace begins singing, swaying a little to her made up tune.
I try to interrupt by saying, "I think MacDonald is more feminine, I'd rather kiss him." Either she didn't hear me or is choosing to ignore me. The least I had hoped to accomplish was for her to stop singing, no such luck.
"You want to love me, you want to hug me, you want to smooch me." she continues sing-songing.
So I do the only thing I know how. It's the only tried and true way of getting a woman to shut up. I step up real close to her and look down as if I'm about to kiss her. She gets quiet and my plan has worked only it hasn't. It back fired right in my face. Now that I'm this close I don't want to move away. I WANT to kiss her and hug her and smooch her and all the other ridiculous things in her song. But I can't, it would be too awkward to work together afterward if I did. So I stand there for a split second entertaining the thought of kissing her before I pull my Milky Way up to my mouth to take a bite. Somehow it doesn't taste as good as I imagine she would.