Losing Grip
Chapter 6
"Logan!" Logan heard someone call his name as he walked to the Rosebud Café.
He turned and saw Cary Retlin waving at him.
"Hey, Cary!" he replied, waving.
"Where're you heading to?" Cary asked when he caught up with Logan.
"The Rosebud Café."
"Me too." Cary replied as they walked towards the café.
They continued gossiping and talking. But suddenly Cary said something that made Logan open his ears real big.
"Did you hear about prostitute Mary Anne?" Cary asked with a laugh, "Who'd have thought that shy little Mary Anne would be in that sort of a business?"
"Prostitute?" Logan asked in disbelief.
"No? You haven't heard? She's going around New York doing it, I heard."
"But she's in town now, haven't you seen her?"
"No. Been out of town the last month or so. Oh yeah, I'm sorry about Rachel."
"Thanks. How'd you find out about Mary Anne being a prostitute?" Logan asked; taking a sip of the coffee the waiter had put in front of him.
"Well, I would have thought your ex-wife would have told you," Cary said shrugging, "but she didn't."
"Allison? You mean Allison told you that?" Logan asked, almost spitting out the coffee he had just sipped.
"Yeah." Cary said with a puzzled look, "Why are you so worried about Mary Anne?"
"Because," Logan began, "We got back together?"
"Oh." Cary said in a carefree manner, "You going to keep her?"
"Well, I don't believe you," Logan said, frowning, "so I guess I will."
Logan glanced at his watch, and quickly said, "I've got to go now, Cary. Thanks! Bye!"
He didn't have to go, but he wanted to have some time to think and ring Allison before he rushed off to his office at 1.00 p.m. to work with Jeremy, an 8-year-old autistic boy.
Once he got into his house, he went into the den, seated himself comfortably on the sofa, and picked up the receiver. He began dialing Allison's number. KL-562-4430. Briiing . . .Briiing.Briing . . .
The conversation:
Logan: Hello? Allison, it's me, Logan.
Allison (in flirtatious voice): Oh, hi, Logy,
Logan: I'm not talking you into a date or something, so forget about that voice. I want to talk to you about Mary Anne.
Allison: The prostitute? Sure,
Logan: She isn't a prostitute. It's just a rumor you made up!
Allison: Me?
Logan: Yea, you. You made up that rumor and spread it. I want to know three things; why, when and who.
Allison: I don't know. I didn't spread it!
Logan: Yes you do.
Allison: Fine. Why: to deter you from her. When: Yesterday. Who: Cary Retlin, Cokie Mason and Alan Gray.
Logan: Oh, God. Cokie Mason? Why'd you have to tell her, Allison?
Allison: Because she would spread it like wild fire.
Logan: Go to hell.
Allison: Fine! I apologize.
Logan: Don't apologize to me! Apologize to her! And I want you to go to each of those three fire starters and tell them that the rumor is not true.
Allison: Whatever you want, Logy.
Logan: Don't call me Logy.
When Logan finally puts down the phone, he realized it was 12:45. Logan grabs his stuff and runs out of the front door, jumps into his car and zooms off.
He was going to have to tell Mary Anne later, he thought as he gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.
Chapter 6
"Logan!" Logan heard someone call his name as he walked to the Rosebud Café.
He turned and saw Cary Retlin waving at him.
"Hey, Cary!" he replied, waving.
"Where're you heading to?" Cary asked when he caught up with Logan.
"The Rosebud Café."
"Me too." Cary replied as they walked towards the café.
They continued gossiping and talking. But suddenly Cary said something that made Logan open his ears real big.
"Did you hear about prostitute Mary Anne?" Cary asked with a laugh, "Who'd have thought that shy little Mary Anne would be in that sort of a business?"
"Prostitute?" Logan asked in disbelief.
"No? You haven't heard? She's going around New York doing it, I heard."
"But she's in town now, haven't you seen her?"
"No. Been out of town the last month or so. Oh yeah, I'm sorry about Rachel."
"Thanks. How'd you find out about Mary Anne being a prostitute?" Logan asked; taking a sip of the coffee the waiter had put in front of him.
"Well, I would have thought your ex-wife would have told you," Cary said shrugging, "but she didn't."
"Allison? You mean Allison told you that?" Logan asked, almost spitting out the coffee he had just sipped.
"Yeah." Cary said with a puzzled look, "Why are you so worried about Mary Anne?"
"Because," Logan began, "We got back together?"
"Oh." Cary said in a carefree manner, "You going to keep her?"
"Well, I don't believe you," Logan said, frowning, "so I guess I will."
Logan glanced at his watch, and quickly said, "I've got to go now, Cary. Thanks! Bye!"
He didn't have to go, but he wanted to have some time to think and ring Allison before he rushed off to his office at 1.00 p.m. to work with Jeremy, an 8-year-old autistic boy.
Once he got into his house, he went into the den, seated himself comfortably on the sofa, and picked up the receiver. He began dialing Allison's number. KL-562-4430. Briiing . . .Briiing.Briing . . .
The conversation:
Logan: Hello? Allison, it's me, Logan.
Allison (in flirtatious voice): Oh, hi, Logy,
Logan: I'm not talking you into a date or something, so forget about that voice. I want to talk to you about Mary Anne.
Allison: The prostitute? Sure,
Logan: She isn't a prostitute. It's just a rumor you made up!
Allison: Me?
Logan: Yea, you. You made up that rumor and spread it. I want to know three things; why, when and who.
Allison: I don't know. I didn't spread it!
Logan: Yes you do.
Allison: Fine. Why: to deter you from her. When: Yesterday. Who: Cary Retlin, Cokie Mason and Alan Gray.
Logan: Oh, God. Cokie Mason? Why'd you have to tell her, Allison?
Allison: Because she would spread it like wild fire.
Logan: Go to hell.
Allison: Fine! I apologize.
Logan: Don't apologize to me! Apologize to her! And I want you to go to each of those three fire starters and tell them that the rumor is not true.
Allison: Whatever you want, Logy.
Logan: Don't call me Logy.
When Logan finally puts down the phone, he realized it was 12:45. Logan grabs his stuff and runs out of the front door, jumps into his car and zooms off.
He was going to have to tell Mary Anne later, he thought as he gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.