39

…what where and when ain’t never nowhere near as important as how…

Monroe D. Underwood

It had begun to rain.

It slashed at the windows of the old house and it rumbled on the roof.

Brandy winked at me.

She said oh Purdue you dissolute old rake you.

She said I’ve completely underestimated you.

I said hey I knew it was you all the time.

Brandy said how?

I said your slacks were so tight I recognized the mole on your hip.

Brandy said it isn’t a mole.

She said it’s a birthmark.

I shrugged.

I said well whatever.

Brandy said it isn’t on my hip.

She said it’s on my thigh.

I shrugged.

I said well wherever.

Brandy said Purdue I think you’d better get reacquainted with the terrain.

She stood and began to unbutton her baby-blue satin blouse.

She said now.

I shrugged.

I said well whenever.