The Blogger Who Never Came In from the Cold

Eddie's Ride

Jeanette leaned over and kissed his forehead while clutching her car keys. At 5'11" she towered over Eddie, especially in heels: "I will not forget you Eddie, but like I told you before, I can't stay in Round Rock. Lana got us both jobs in Reno. It's been real."

"Was it the car?"  Eddie wondered.

"Oh, hell no.  I love your little two-seater.  One of my sorority sisters had one in college.  She called it her little puddle jumper."

"Was it last night, upstairs?" Eddie had to ask.

"No, Eddie.  That happens to a lot of guys.  You were under a lot of stress with those bastard bloggers in Browntown criticizing your work.  I totally get that.  A lot of girls are jealous of my dancing and the fact that I'm getting fives while they get ones.  Wannabes hate talent.  I learned that a long time ago."

"Jeanette, I wish you would reconsider.  I have a few leads.  I can take care of half of the lease next month for sure."  Eddie seemed frantic.

"Oh, my poor sweet Eddie.  I know you do.  You're not unemployed.  You're just between publishers.  Promise me you won't neglect your gift.  I don't want to hear a report in Reno that you're managing some trailer park or cleaning up after old people in that adult day care."

Jeanette opened the front door herself.  Eddie was just too stunned to follow her, but watched her red pony tail bounce as she walked to her car.