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A bit to total nonsense this week. Sorry, folks, that’s the way my mind works.
Don
A bit to total nonsense this week. Sorry, folks, that’s the way my mind works.
*****
DINKY-DOS
Kate trailed Ellie out of the
public swimming pool locker room Saturday afternoon, her hair still damp, her
pink pedal-pushers clinging to moisture on her legs. Ellie was always in a
hurry. She caught up with her friend.
“Did you see Will’s swimming
suit?” Kate asked, slightly breathless from all the rushing.
“Hard not to. It was
psychedelic.”
“No… I mean… Well, the way it
fit so tight. You could almost see his dinky-do.”
“His what?”
“You know, his dinky-do.”
“Geez, Kate, how old are you?”
“Nine. Just like you.”
“Then don’t talk like a baby.
Who calls it a dinky-do?”
“I do, for one. What do you
call it?”
“What everybody else does. A
thing.”
“Thing?” Kate thought that
over for about a dozen steps. “Have… have you ever seen a thing?”
“Course I have. I’ve got a
brother. You?”
Kate shrugged. “How could I? I
don’t have a brother.”
“You’ve got a father, don’t
you? He has a thing.”
Kate’s gut rolled. “He does?
Well… I guess.”
“Sure he does. How else did
you get here?” Ellie asked.
Kate swallowed hard to quell a
rebellious stomach. “I-I don’t like to think about that.”
Ellie tossed her head. “Oh,
grow up. And believe me, when a boy gets as old as my brother, it's not so dinky anymore." She smirked. "Did you see Peter today? He’s going to turn out to be a hunk like his
brother.”
“Probably.”
“They call them that, too, you
know.”
“Call what?”
Ellie drew a breath like she
was dealing with a dodo. “Dinky-dos.”
“They call them Peters?”
“Without the cap.”
“What?”
“You know, small p peters.”
“Oh. How does Peter… uh, Pete
hold his head up?”
“Doesn’t think about it, I
guess. Can you imagine going around saying 'Hello, I’m Peter?'”
Ellie laughed, drawing Kate’s
chuckle right along with her. They walked half a block without speaking. Ellie
broke the silence.
"If you think Peter ought to feel bad, so should Richard."
" They're called richards?"
"No, silly. Dicks."
"Kate blushed and giggled. "I don't think I'll be able to face either one of them again."
"Not without laughing, anyway. They call them something else, too,” Ellie went on.
"If you think Peter ought to feel bad, so should Richard."
" They're called richards?"
"No, silly. Dicks."
"Kate blushed and giggled. "I don't think I'll be able to face either one of them again."
"Not without laughing, anyway. They call them something else, too,” Ellie went on.
“I know. Penises.”
“That’s a medical name or
something. They call them the C word.”
“C word?’
“Come on. Like in
cock-a-doodle-doo.”
“They call them
cock-a-doodle—”
“Just the first word.
Kate spoke without thinking.
“Cock?”
Ellie giggled. “Ahmmm, you said
a dirty word.”
“Didn’t either.”
“Did too! You said
cock-a-doodle-doo without the doodle-doo.”
Kate snickered. “You know, I
think I like dinky-do better.”
“So do I.
Did you see that tacky bathing suit Mavis had on? She must think she has boobs,
wearing a two-piece like that."
The two walked down the
sidewalk laughing and chattering like… well, like two girls.
*****
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