Her lips softened and spread like two strips of
butter on a frying pan. "How long have you been
sneaking around with him?" she followed.
The other girls smiled. and Karen looked so
self-satisfied. I felt like smearing my piece of pizza
over her pudgy blah face.
"I haven't been sneaking around with him or
anyone else," I said.
"Really?" Susie looked at the others. She wore a look of achievement, the expression of some investigator who had just exposed the criminal. The others nodded.. "You don't have to be ashamed. Unless you and Chandler are doing something pretty
kinky," Susie added, and started eating.
"I'm not ashamed. There's nothing like that
going on!"
"Or embarrassed."
"I'm not!" I practically screamed.
"Do you go to his place, or do you take him
into your barn with the cows?"
"Stop it!"
"Sensitive, isn't she?" Susie asked the others.
All eyes were on me. I took a deep breath, calming
myself.
"Chandler and I are taking private music
lessons together, if you have to know," I finally
confessed. "We have the same teacher, and he's
having us practice duets, me on the violin and
Chandler on the piano."
"So, you admit you're making music together,"
Susie said, and the whole table roared and giggled
with laughter. "I hope you're on key and in rhythm." Their laughter was louder.
"Does he say please first and thank you afterward?" Janice Handley asked. She was Susie's alter ego, her gofer, ready to jump at her beck and
call.