The few local tourists stopped to gap at such a funny scene, but we were all smiles on our way to the real estate center. Of course, it isn’t everyday you get a piggyback ride from your love.
There was a fresh, yellow pineapple sitting on the receptionist’s desk. Jack walked up and did a little business talk.
He was quite useful like that now that he’d slowed the liqour down.
Occasionally I’d poke my face through Jack’s long, long hair to answer the lady’s questions, pretending each time to not see the antagonizing looks.
So finally,finally, when it was all said and done, and I was sitting on the floor, while Jack still talked and talked, I jumped up, ready to leave.
“Ready?” Jack asked, his eyes lighting up like a little kindegartener’s when they get a chocolate chip cookie for breakfast.
“Extremely,” I replied, and now we were both jumping up and down.
“Let’s go,” he pulled me along.
“Where?” is Tom. I thought very briefly, almost unconciously, before leaving.
“To get paint.” Jack grinned.