Page 18 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“Looks like I have to get back to work.”
“Okay, Casey.I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Till tomorrow, Sheriff.”
***Casey***
I check my reflection, grunt in disapproval, and drag my topover my head.Tossing it to the nether regions of my room, I rifle through mycloset again.I have nothing to wear!No, I just don’t knowwhattowear.Should I go for casual or sexy?Maybe a little of both.I pull off myjeans and grab my white cotton romper.After I put my legs through and pull itup to my waist, I remember it’s strapless, so I grab a strapless bra from mydrawer.It doesn’t help that I’m doing all this while balancing my cell phone betweenmy shoulder and ear.
“Sandy, you’re no help.”
“What am I supposed to do from here?”
“I called for moral support.You know I haven’t done this ina while.”
“I’m here for you.I was mad when you moved, but it seemslike it might be good for you.This Ethan guy sounds nice… and hot.Just whatyou need.”
“He is niceandhot, but he’s the relationship type.”
“You must be the only woman I know who has a problem withthat.”
“I don’t.I’m just not looking for that right now.”
Or am I?According to him, I don’t know what I’m looking for,but somehow he’sit.
“You never know.Give it a chance.”
“Eh… Let’s see how tonight goes first.”
“Okay.Call me tomorrow.”
“’Kay.Bye.”
I stand in front of my bathroom mirror, wondering if Ishould wear makeup.I mean, it’s not like we’re goingout.Maybe just alittle.
I apply moisturizer, my favorite light green eye shadow, mascara,and lip gloss, then brush my hair and leave it down.Back in my room, I finishmy outfit with my favorite green beaded necklace and earring set, and my greenwedge sandals to match my jewelry.I give my reflection a final glance before Ileave the room.Perfect.
I tiptoe down the hall to check in on Daddy, and he’s outlike a light.Mr.Johnson whistles as I walk into the living room.Mrs.Johnsonsmacks him on his thigh.
“Rupert!”she exclaims.
“Thank you, Mr.Johnson.”I smile and shoot him a playfulwink.
“You look beautiful, Casey.The sheriff won’t know what hithim.”
I turn to Mrs.Johnson with a curious stare.
“Now, how do you know I’m going out with the sheriff?”
“Small town, dear…Verysmall town.”
“Jeez….”
I sit on the couch across from the Johnsons and observe themfor a while.They’re probably my dad’s age, somewhere in their fifties.They’rea beautiful couple.I can just imagine what they were like twenty years ago.Theyboth have dark brown hair splattered with grey.Mrs.Johnson has brown eyes,thick lashes, a straight nose, and full lips.She also has a bosom about threetimes the size of mine, which is probably only rivaled in size by Mr.Johnson’sbelly.His blue eyes twinkle at me and his thin lips curl up into a smile.
“Nervous?”he asks.
“Not at all.”
