I suppose I haven’t actually said so, but it was during our phone calls and all the letters we wrote one another that I had realized that I was in love with her.
She waved her spoon as though she were dismissing my words before they could reach her ear.
I looked back to Joey and said, “You see what you did! Now my woman is mad at me!”
I should have quit while I was behind.
“Your woman?” Jacquelyn said now holding her spoon like a weapon.
Suddenly a blob of ice-cream splattered the right side of my face. I looked at Joey and he was sitting there, his spoon held up and obviously looking as guilty as anyone can look.