" "But, that'll have to wait for a while until she got her Firebird back from the godamn bank." "But, that'll have to wait for a while until she got her Firebird back from the godamn bank." She'd still have it if Johnny hadn't have been laid off all Winter, and she hadn't been so damn stubborn about going back to work dancing. The unemployment money just hadn't been enough to cover everything, and despite her desire to stay home and take care of her eight year old daughter, Tammara, Linda had finally volunteered to go back to work at the only job she knew well.... DANCING! At first, Johnny wasn't at all happy about the idea of her back in the "circuit", but he got over it swiftly as she brought one neat looking dancer home after another to "party" and perform on their go-go stage at home. Johnny had built it for her when she quit the dancing game a couple of years after Tammara was born and she'd had her partial hysterectomy....partial because they had left her ovaries in along with her cervix. Any- way, Johnny was beginning to enjoy her return to dancing.....maybe too much, she thought. After six weeks, he was having a ball entertaining her dancer friends in their twin, double home in a run down but not hopeless section of the south end of town. She was pretty sure that he was "making it" with some of them, which did not in the least upset her. The two of them had their sort of unusual "code of married ethics" they operated by that allowed either one to "play around" with whomever they wished, so long as it didn't interfere a whole lot with their lives and their daughter. As Linda thought about Johnny and their daughter, John walked up in front of her. "You ready?" "Uh Huh,.........Just give me a minute to call home and tell em I have to work tonight", Linda replied. She walked over to the pay phone on the wall outside the lounge door, made her call and then came back and got in the Caddy next to John. John took her to "Othello's", a VERY NICE italian restaurant about two or three miles away and they had a quiet dinner in one of the private dinning rooms, in subdued lighting, all by themselves. "Some Pizza", she had thought when it was over and they were sipping after dinner cocktails. John leaned back in his chair and looked across the table at her. "We have to be getting back, Linda......it's eight forty-five!" She started to get up and he said. |