‘Really, Bunko? I love Bunko.’
‘When they asked me… I didn’t even know really, what Bunco is…’
‘I don’t either, but I’ve always heard is a thinly disguised excuse for drinking.’
‘I don’t think these women are THAT way. I mean, if this were a real dice game with shots and ciggies, I think I’d know what to do here.’
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This is where the neighborhood ladies call my bluff. They came over this past Saturday as we were sitting down to enjoy our pancakes and talk about the work we would do on the house for the day. Jodie and Barbara introduced themselves, and appologized for not bringing us cookies (we think it was an oversight on account of us not having kids). They asked us the usual getting to know you questions, which Chris and I answered with our hands stuffed in our pockets. Suburb dwellers without gold bands is so passe.

‘Call me, ‘ Jodie said ‘you don’t have to show up alone. I’ll go over with you.’

I didn’t sleep well for the last three nights, but I talked about it every day.

Then last night, they showed up at my house at 7:30 ready to take me away. Chris opened the door and blocked them from grabbing me.