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Wayne may have made a mistake with this one. She definitely was a gorgeous, robust blond, but there sometimes comes a price with that. He automatically reached into his pants pocket feeling for the bottle and cloth that he always had on hand.
Cassie was becoming annoying. They made a date for Sunday at the restaurant she worked for. They were to have dinner and then head to the movies. She was obviously starved for attention, but perhaps she was too needy.
He liked to enjoy himself with a pretty blonde and then move on once the newness wore off. Occasionally he did pick the wrong person to enjoy. His thoughts were heavy as he pondered what to do. Should he just cancel the whole thing and disappear once again? He hated every time he had to move on to another town. He couldn’t risk getting caught especially in this small town. It was hard to sink into the woodwork as they say.
Cassie was calling him everyday and leaving him messages. He didn’t return the calls, which prompted her to keep calling. He didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want to hear about her high school friends and the old boyfriend that she had to break up with so she could date him. He definitely picked the wrong one here.
What should he do? He fingered the bottle and cloth again. She wasn’t taking the hint that he wasn’t interested. He wasn’t sure he could make this one disappear and in such a small town. Everyone knew her.
The phone rang again. Cassie! “Hello? Cassie? How nice to hear from you doll. Yeah sorry I didn’t call you back, but I have been sick. I think I am going to have to call off our date for Sunday. I wouldn’t want you getting sick. Yes I will definitely call you once I am feeling better. Bye for now.” He hung up the phone and then threw it across the room where it landed on the couch in a pile of what appeared to be discarded cell phones.
**********Cassie’s Point of View**********
Cassie turned to Ronnie, after hanging up with Wayne. “That was so weird. He sounded like he didn’t want to talk to me and he hasn’t been answering the phone since our first conversation where I told him I had broken up with Peter and was looking forward to our date on Sunday. He even told me that he had no desire to get to know my high school friends. He was only interested in me.”
Ronnie turned to Cassie and looked her straight in the face. “What do you know about this guy?”
Cassie looked puzzled and then thoughtful. “Well, actually I guess not much. He gave me a business card and said that his cell phone number was on the back and that I should call him if I broke up with Peter and wanted to go on a real date on Sunday. He told me his name was Wayne Conners and well I guess I started imagining things because now that I think back on it he didn’t tell me how old he was, or where he worked and he was dressed up like he had a fancy job so I assumed he had a great job. He said he wanted to take me on a date, but I had to lose the boyfriend first, but he did calm me down after that other customer gave me a hard time.”
“Cassie you need to be careful here I think. I don’t know for sure, but I am wondering if this is legit. You did what he told you to and then you can’t get a hold of him. He tells you he is interested in you, but not in your high school friends. He isn’t willing to give us a chance? Why? He doesn’t know us and he supposedly likes you so why would he not be willing to meet your friends? Plus he didn’t give you much details about his life and where is this business card? I want to see it. I am worried about you Cassie.”
Cassie pulls the card out of her handbag and hands it to Ronnie. Ronnie starts to read it and examines the card carefully. “Well one thing I notice is that this is a homemade card. See the perforations around it? That means he can make as many different ones as he wants or needs. If it was a professionally made card for work it would not be perforated. So my guess is that Wayne Connors is not who he says he is. He could work out of his home and have a start up business and not be ready to pay for fancy cards, but business cards aren’t that expensive. There is no address on here, just a name and phone number and then a handwritten number on the back of the card. It could be a real phone or a burner phone, you know the kind of phone you throw away once the minutes are up? Cassie I think you need to be real careful here. He doesn’t want to meet your friends. He wants to meet you all alone. I really wouldn’t trust him if I were you.”
Cassie is thoughtful and looks at the business card like her friend said. She felt something for this guy and thought she could trust him, but Ronnie is right to be wary of him. What should she do? What would he say if she demanded their first date included her friends despite the fact that he says he doesn’t want to meet her high school friends? If he cared about her he would surely respect her wishes and meet her friends at least for the first date. Cassie is afraid to tell her mother the new developments. She knows she is already suspicious of the guy. And what about the comment about her never seeing his real hair color because he shaves his head everyday. He was making sure she didn’t know what color his hair was.
“Ronnie, what if I were to meet him and have you guys stationed around the restaurant? That way I would still be safe if there is a reason to be worried about him.”
“I have no problem with it Cassie and I can probably talk the others into it, but what if we lose track of you. None of us are professional trackers you know.”
“Look two of you inside and two of you outside. He would never know since he never met you guys.”
Ronnie reluctantly agreed to talk to the others about it. So far he had canceled their only date so it wasn’t a mad rush.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
Welcome to my Take Seven compilation which incorporates all 21 words (or derivatives) from the Three Things Challenge for the past week. You are most welcome to join in using as many or all of the words too. Just pingback to this post and then leave a link to your post in the comments so that I can see it and respond directly. As always, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this week’s effort.
Cassie made a wish before dialing Wayne’s number. She couldn’t deny that she worried that he would answer the phone with displeasure if he knew it was her. She guessed about their age difference. She hoped he hadn’t been born too long before her. She didn’t know if he realized she was just a high school senior and not just a working girl . She looked a lot older than she was. She was pretty sure he was at least 5 years older than her since she believed he was employed and not in school.
A deep voice answered the phone, “Hello?”
“Uh, hi Wayne, it is me, Cassie, from the restaurant the other night. You told me to call if I wanted to go out on that date on Sunday and if I had lost the boyfriend.”
“I remember you Cassie and did you lose that boyfriend?”
“Yes, Wayne, I lost the boyfriend although it was an unpleasant experience to say the least. By a sheer miracle I missed out on another one of his well-aimed punches. I had my friends with me to make sure the break-up got done and that he didn’t hurt me doing it. I just told my family about it tonight, well my mom and my sister. My sister thinks the whole thing is dotty and laughed at me, but my Mom was really upset. She doesn’t like the thought that any of her precious children might get hurt. She agreed to stay on the sidelines and let me handle it for now.”
“So did the boyfriend do penance for his wild hands or did you just tell him it was over and leave?”
“He looked like I had punched him full in the face judging by his expression. He actually is tiny when you compare him to most guys. He is shorter than me even.”
“Well Cassie, I remember the softness of your blonde hair, pulled back into a bouncy ponytail. I really like blondes. Is yours natural or did you acquire it out of a bottle?”
“Wayne, my hair is natural. I am not a bottle blonde. And look who’s talking. What color is the hair you shave off? You are completely bald so I couldn’t tell what color you hair might be although with those beautiful blue eyes I think black hair would be perfect.”
“You will never see me with my actual hair color. I keep it shaved every day so it doesn’t have a chance to grow back in.”
“Never,” Cassie says wonderingly. “Why don’t you let it grow?”
“Let’s just say I prefer to keep it bald and leave it at that.”
“Can I ask how old you are? My friends are worried that you won’t want to try and fit into our group and I can see why. You are obviously older than me, and we are all high school seniors.”
“Cassie, I am sorry darling, but I am not interested in a bunch of high school seniors. I am interested in you only. Don’t be thinking we are going to be hanging around your friends like you do now. I have friends that are much older than you guys and I expect you to be mature like I found you the other night. You seemed mature and you had goals. If you can accept that you will have new friends than maybe this can work, but if you expect me to hang around a bunch of high schoolers than we might as well stop now. I am 25 years old now and keep that in mind.”
“But you haven’t even met them, how do you know that you won’t like them? All I ask is that you meet them.”
“Cassie, I am serious, I am not going to meet your friends and I will expect you to be part of my life when you aren’t working.”
“But Wayne, I also have to babysit my little brothers and sister when I’m not working. My sister and I have to trade days so we both get some time to ourselves.”
“I guess you had better think about this some more. I am not looking for a child, but a real woman. Remember that!”
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses