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September 3, 2006
Farts Like Gold: 40 - Privacy
"There's an awful lot of narration in this book," said Lucy. Brendan moved closer and looked down at the pages. It seemed natural for him to put his arm around her waist so he could get close enough to read the book.
"Not much dialogue," she said. "At least in the beginning. Maybe we should just take turns reading aloud."
"You first," said Brendan.
Lucy read silently a bit, then said, "I don't mind reading, but I doubt you'd hear me in here."
"Are you suggesting we go somewhere quieter," asked Brendan.
"That's kind of what I was thinking, yes."
"Like one of our tents, maybe?"
"Like your tent, specifically," said Lucy. "Mine's too small and all of my stuff is in Kent's."
"Ah, yes," said Brendan. "I'd feel a bit weird reading about beets in Kent's tent." He shifted slightly away from Lucy and pulled his arm from around her waist.
"It's just a bedtime story," said Lucy. "It's no big deal. I just feel like getting away from the noise for awhile."
Brendan looked at her. He looked at her eyes. He looked at her mouth. "It would be nice to get away from this madness for a bit," he said. "But what about Kathy? It's her book."
"I'm sure she'll want to stay with the party," said Lucy. "I think she'll be fine with it."
"All right," said Brendan. "Let's go read about beets."
They both stood up. Brendan could see Kathy down at the other end of the cookshack. She was in deep in conversation with a man wearing a striped purple mini-dress. He couldn't tell who it was.
Lucy picked up Brendan's rain jacket. "Do you mind?" she asked.
Brendan shrugged. "No problem," he said.
Posted by YandaMan at September 3, 2006 11:33 PM
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