Echo
After "A Moving Episode."
Mona sashayed into the kitchen on Saturday morning, the smell of Tony's brunch making her mouth water. Even more mouthwatering was the chance to grill him about his and Angela's movie date last night.
"So, Tone, I heard you and Angela went to see 101 Dalmatians last night," Mona said slyly, pronouncing the title as if it were far more risqué than a simple Disney movie. "How was the date?"
Tony sighed as he flipped the French toast. "It wasn't a date, Mona. We both wanted to see the movie, so went as friends. And then we came home. As friends."
Mona shook her head, letting her red hair bounce around her face. "But you're not just friends. Anyone can see that."
"It's complicated, Mona," Tony said, slamming the French toast onto the plate with a little more force than necessary.
"Yes," Mona said with a sigh. "That's what she says too." How many conversations did Mona have with Angela about this subject? It was as if Angela and Tony were echoing each other, repeating the same arguments about why they couldn't date, never mind have a committed relationship.
Angela had tried to explain things while Tony had his appendix out last year, not listening to Mona about being chicken. Now Tony was another echo.