Page 22 of Lovetown, USA
“And the queer bingo night…how did that come about?”
“Some of our participants asked for it, and we obliged, of course.”
I nod. Another point for Miss Milly. I was all ready to write about them pushing marginalized bingo players to the fringes, but that’s not what this is at all.
“Well I have to tell you, I had a ball,” I say truthfully. “I expected the worst, but this was actually kinda cool.”
She grins. “So then you’ll be back?”
“We’ll see how the date goes. Stay tuned.”
She sends me off with a chuckle. I head back to my table to finish off my free drink, then I collect my things to head out. On the way, I brush past Dr. Trey. We lock eyes, just for a second, and my body buzzes like a live wire. But I keep moving, smiling to myself when he falls in step behind me.
The night air is cool around me as I order my ride. I feel his presence hovering next to me, patient and expectant, but I mind my black ass business.
“Damn. I guess I’m too late.”
I look up. “What do you mean?”
He grabs my hand and holds it out. “You’re a married woman now.”
I smile and wiggle my ringed finger at him. “Snooze you lose, or whatever SZA said.”
He chuckles. “She definitely didn’t saythat.”
“Let me find out we have the same taste in music.”
“I love SZA,” he says, staring into my eyes. “You know what just hit me?”
“What’s that?”
“Every time I see you, you’re either drinking or drunk.”
Ouch.
I stiffen as a frown spreads across my face. “And every time I seeyou, you’re too much of a pussy to make your move.”
He rears back. “Damn. It’s like that?”
“Yep. Apparently, it is.”
My car pulls up.
“Is that you?”
I walk toward it and away from him. “Don’t worry about it,” I say. “I don’t need a chaperone. Now, you go and have the night you deserve.”
I slide in and resist the urge to slam this man’s door. My pulse is roaring. Eyes burning. How dare he?
And when I hop out five minutes later, heels clicking against the pavement, there’s the doctor again, idling behind the Uber in his blue BMW.
My anger flares again as the Uber pulls off. I wait for him to leave, but he just sits there staring at me.
I march up to his window and knock twice. He lowers it.
“Why are you stalking me?”
His smile is small and apologetic. “Making sure you got home safe, that’s all.”
