They look at one another, then at the flabbergasted Banky. Then he shuffles toward the door again and lets himself out. I take it that s not good. He follows Banky s gaze. Across the street, the Catholic High School is letting out.
Teenage girls clad in uniforms and tight sweaters smoke, frolic, wait for their bus.
The uniform is what does it for me. I wish I d have went with more Catholic school girls when I was a kid. As it stands. You looked weirded out back there. Hard to do when your best friend s wrapped around a naked rug-muncher on your couch.