CHAPTER 4
Yeah, she heard about it.
Turns out that I made the evening news. In all the commotion I had failed to notice the TV cameras. Three different networks picked it up. All of New Jersey, possibly all of America had now seen my spectacular mid air tackle and subsequent bellyflop into the new Trenton Park fountain. At least I got my man.
Yeah, that's it focus on the positives.
Because, on the flip side all of Jersey had seen my boobs too!
In my infinite wisdom that morning I had put on the new bra I got the week before. The sheer new bra that I had brought with far more interesting things in mind than tackling skips. And the white cotton t-shirt was a genius idea too. Ideal for swimming – not!
I had felt sexy, and in control when I walked out the front door earlier that morning. Sitting in the fountain with the world watching I felt a little – you could say …exposed.
I had dragged my self home, showered and gone to bed. Ignoring my answering machine as it collected messages from various friends and family members.
So much for my good day.
Early Sunday morning, very early Sunday morning, so early I think it still constituted Saturday night my phone rang.
And rang and rang. Evidently my answering machine's tape was full and was no longer taking messages.
Stupid machine.
I found my phone in my left sneaker, how had it gotten there, time to clean my room.
It was Ranger.
'Babe'
"Hi'
'Had a busy day?'
'Huh?' I am always eloquent
'Seen today's paper?'
'No' did I sound panicked? nuh not me
'It's a good shot of you'
'What is?' my brain woke up with a jolt 'oh no not the paper to?'
'Fraid so'
'Argh crap'
'Publicity's good for business'
'I don't see how'
'What red blooded bail jumping bad guy wouldn't want to be brought in by the bombshell bounty hunter?'
I think he was laughing with me, not at me, Ranger never laughed directly at me. Occasionally in my general vicinity but never at me.
'how's the mysterious job?'
'not so mysterious, and ahead of schedule'
'well that's… good, right?'
'yeah.'
'does that mean that you will be home soon?'
'Yeah' Mr one word answers strikes again
'How soon?' That didn't sound desperate did it? Curious but not desperate
'Soon'
Something else he had said occurred to me " Does that mean that you are still in New Jersey if you saw the paper?'
'didn't say that'
'later Babe' and he hung up.
I sat staring at my phone for a few minutes hoping that it would give me the secrets of the universe, or at least some clue to
what that had all meant.
A few hours later, I woke at a reasonable time, snuck out my front door and borrowed the paper from the apartment across the hall.
One less person to see my boobs the better.
Besides they probably saw on the news last night anyway. sigh
I had made the front page of the Sunday Trenton Times.
That hadn't happened since the incident with the exploding funeral home.
