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She had a friend.

I wrote this in college as a study in dialogue. It has since been rewritten a couple of times with this being my finished product.

      "You know, I love this old car, and you’ve taken such good care of it. Every time we go for a ride it brings back such great memories.” Smokey paused then looked directly at Brice, “Do you remember the first time we met?”

     “Yeah, I was showing off. This was the hottest car in school. Souped-up, candy apple red, sixty-six Mustang. A convertible with a top of the line sound system. I worked all summer to save the down payment. This ride is a classic.”

     “Brice, I'm talking about the importance of when we first met and subsequently our first date." She paused giving Brice time to think then proceeded, "Do you remember what you did when you saw me walking down the street?”

     After a few moments of thought Brice answered, “Uhuh, I gunned the engine. I was hoping someone would ask me to race so I could impress you. What more could a guy want a hot car with a hot girl riding by his side?”

     Getting just a little irritated Smokey pressed on, “That’s not exactly what I meant Brice.  What did we do?”

     “Well John Camp finally challenged me to race him so we all went out to an old country road where I smoked His crummy old, whatever it was, I don't remember. Boy was I the big man on campus. We’ve had some great times together Smokey. You, me and the Mustang.”

     “Sometimes you are so shallow. Is that all that was important to you, how fast you went, and how impressed everybody was? What about us?”

     Brice could hear the frustration in Smokey’s voice, and he was beginning to get just a little frustrated himself.  “I included us. Weren’t you listening when I said ‘you, me and the Mustang.’ Come on now, what did I miss? I was just answering your questions. Why don’t YOU tell me what did we do?"

     “Well, for one thing, and before you had the "hot girl by your side", you followed me as I walked down the sidewalk. Playing hard to get, I tried to act like I didn't notice. Finally you honked your horn. When I stopped you put the car in park and hopped out. You were trying so hard, with that cheesy, cliched poem you recited that I had to supress a laugh. Do you remember the poem?"

     "I recited a poem?"

     "Yes Brice,

If a cat
caught my tongue
it must have been after that
in my throat
that was after those
in my stomach

Was it vertigo
or did the earth move

I don't know
but you
are all that I need.

     Smokey continued, "Even though it was cheesy I thought the effort was sweet. Then you asked if I wanted to ride with you. Not alone of course, but with my friends Mark and Jenny. The way you kept glancing at me with that cute smile, well, I just felt special. Then after the race, we went on a double date. Remember?

     “Yeah, everyone stared as they walked past the car.”

     “Noooooo Brice. Not the car again, us.  First, we went to A&W for a burger then to the drive-in. I can even remember the movie we saw. It was The Graduate with Dustin Hoffman. That was my first kiss, and I’ve been in love ever since.”

     There was a long pause then finally Brice spoke up. “We’re almost home. That was sure a nice ride. We ought to take this old car out more often.”

     “You drove too fast.” Smokey countered.

     “That’s what this car was made for.”

     “Sure Brice, and like our first day together that’s a matter of opinion.”

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