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Hark! Muriel perforated the airspace between them by vocalizing. Gawd dammit! He begrudged making eye contact to acknowledge her breach of social etiquette as she craned her neck to get a better view above and beyond his head.

“Don’t turn around,” she cautioned. “But, you’ll never guess who just came out of the bar and is walking toward the door, looking pleased as Punch!”

“You’re right, Muriel. And, I’ve no intention of guessing either.”

Before she disclosed her subject, Obie bit into the bottom portion of his sandwich. Muriel leaned forward, forcing him to look a gift set of knockers in the mouth. On their high horse, they strained against the fabric of a tank top, bolstered by a push-up bra.

“Keith!”

Well now! A horse of a different color!

He swallowed hard and hastily. As a result, a remnant of roast beef lodged in his throat. He guzzled most of his cola to wash it down. In the time it took to set the glass back on its coaster, Obie assumed a straight face.

No need to tip off Muriel that she piqued his interest in Etta’s other half. As far as he knew, the bugger was supposed to be fishing all weekend along the Ponaganset River, 12 miles away from Chelo’s Hometown Bar & Grille at the Apple Valley Mall in Greenville. Muriel knew it too.

“He’s with another woman!”