“Where do you find these guys?” she breathed.
“Luck,” I said and got to work
We were so busy, for hours I thought of nothing but coffee, milk, syrup and all the money that was being shoved into my cash register. We’d never been this busy, even with Rosie. We had good crowds, but this was crazy.
By ten thirty, the crowd had died down. Duke came in and manned the book counter which was also seeing business. We had a goodly number of folks sitting, reading and enjoying their coffee.
“Are we still ticked at each other?” Ally finally had the chance to ask me.
“Well, since you being pissed at me went hand in hand with me being pissed at Lee… and since Lee and I are no longer on a break… then no, we aren’t ticked at each other.”
Ally grinned. “Good.”
That’s the way it was with best friends. You got mad, you got over it.
I turned to Tex. “But you’re a traitor and I’m not talking to you ever again,” I told him.
“You get number seven last night?” he asked.
I stared at him, not knowing what in the hell he was talking about.
Then it dawned on me.
Orgasm number seven.
Yikes.
Maybe I did share too much information with Tex last night.
Since I got number seven last night and number eight that morning, I didn’t answer.
It must have shown on my face because Tex let out a booming laugh then said, “You have no reason to be mad and I don’t wanna hear about it.”
“What’s he talking about?” Ally asked.
I turned to her. “Orgasms.” Her eyes got round. “Never mind. Do you know when you can take a pregnancy test?”
Now her eyes were about to pop out of her head. “No way.”
“I don’t know. I f**ked up, I forgot to take my pills for a couple of days.”
“No way!” Ally shouted and a couple customers looked up.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I said.
“This is great,” she said. “I’m calling Mom.”
“No! Don’t call Kitty Sue! Don’t call anyone. This is not great. I don’t want a baby. Well, maybe I want a baby… maybe I want Lee’s baby… but not now. He hasn’t even seen all my underwear!”
“You aren’t getting any younger,” Ally said.
Dear Lord.
“Just answer my question,” I said.
“What question?”
“Pregnancy test.”