Move your skinny behind, Lilly said, before I pour coffee down it. There was a pause before Edrie replied, as though he had to finish reading the stage direction. I hope it ain't regular, he said. I got a nap planned for later.
The other regulars chuckled, but Al Pomeroy hooted and even slapped the counter. He felt like the catbird, having decided not to share his good news. None of them even believed that Maarit actually existed, so why tell them about the wedding in Kerava next spring.
Oh sure, Lil would say. Some foreign beauty queen is going to marry a big fat bullshitter form Pipestone. And I'm the queen of the rodeo.