Saturday Afternoon
Eric and Felicia stood in the Kwik-E-Mart, slurping their cherry squishees. They heard the rumble of engines, and saw Arnie Skinner pull up in his blue truck, Theresa Quimby in the front seat. He parked and Theresa, John, Arlene, and he hopped out. They ambled in, said hello, bought some squishees and sodas, and joined Eric and Felicia by the game machines in the corner.
"So, Fel, how's yer dad doin'?"
"Not good. I don't want to talk about it."
"That bad huh?"
"Have you asked him about the party yet?"
"No. I'm worried what he'll say if I do."
"Aside from the usual?"
"Yeah."
"You goin', Simpson?"
"Oh? I haven't been invited."
"Oh don't worry, you will," Theresa said knowingly. Despite her family's fall from prominence, she remained one of the most popular girls at school.
John Quimby got out some quarters and put them in the machine, and played 'Devil's Advocate'. Felicia's watch alarm bleeped.
"Uh oh. I told my dad I was buying his Prince Albert. I gotta get home."
She kissed Eric on the cheek quickly.
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
"See you later!"