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Is he what he seems to be?
As they linked arms, Scott looked at his wife and said, "Ginger, we'll see you at the house."
Ginger answered, "Okay" And then turning to me she said, "My husband can be very smooth."
Laughing, I said, "I noticed."
"Don't worry, he's a kind man. He won't hurt her."
"I'm not worried. He can't hurt her. At least not right now."
"What do you mean?"
"At this point in her life all Maureen is looking for is unfettered sex. Isn't that exactly what your husband is offering?"
"Yes it is." Ginger smiled. "Michael, I think our meeting tonight was a stroke of luck."
"I hope you're right. If you are, my two friends in Tucson would call it serendipity."
"Yes, serendipity. It means to accidentally stumble across wonderful treasures."
"I like that." Ginger wrapped her arm around my arm and hugged me. "Come on big guy, let's go find your car. We don't want to miss the show at my house."
Laughing, I said, "No, we definitely do not want to do that."
"And on the way I want to hear about these two friends in Tucson. Are they a couple of old buddies?"
"I haven't told you about them, have I?"
"We just met, so no you haven't. Although I have to admit that I'm beginning to feel like I've known you for a very long time."
"So tell me about your friends."
"Actually I did mention them earlier."
"Yes, I told you that I spent November and most of December living with two professionals."
Dropping my arm, Ginger stepped back and exclaimed, "Get out! That wasn't bull shit?"
"No, Amy and Mel are very real."
Grabbing my arm again, Ginger said, "Okay, it's time to spill. I want to hear every detail."
As soon as we were in my Escape I spilled. On the way to her house Ginger got all of the key details beginning with that fateful evening the previous August when Jeanne announced that she was going to start dating other men.
I was just telling her about meeting Maureen at Jimmy's Steakhouse when Ginger said, "That's our house ahead on the right. Park in the driveway behind Scotty's BMW."
It was dark, but as I pulled my Escape into the driveway the headlights washed across the front of the house. It was a two story white clapboard with a covered veranda, a classic 1920's southern home. The lawn was lushly planted with a variety of trees and flowering bushes. The house was lit. Scotty and Maureen were already inside.
I stopped. As I shifted the Escape into park, I said, "You have a beautiful home."
"Thank you, it has a little history."
"Really? Tell me."
"It was owned by Louie Vanelli. He was supposedly a lieutenant in the New Jersey Mafia during the 1920's. It's rumored that Al Capone had dinner here."
"Al Capone lived in Chicago."
Shrugging, Ginger said, "They were gangsters, they all hung out together."
"That makes sense. I frequently have dinner with other accountants."
"I'm an accountant. I'm not capable of sarcasm."
I winked at her.
Grinning, Ginger said, "Michael, you really are a delightful man."
I wiggled my eyebrows.
Ginger burst out laughing and then she leaned across the center consul of my Escape and hugged me. After a moment she kissed my cheek and said, "Let's go inside. We don't want to miss the show."
Ginger and I got out of the SUV and walked quickly up to the house. As we climbed the steps to the veranda I noticed an old fashioned porch swing to the left of the front door. It reminded me of the swing on Atticus, Scout and Jem's front porch in the movie, "To Kill a Mockingbird".
I said, "I like your swing. I can imagine Atticus and Scout sitting on it."
Ginger stared at me. After a moment she said, "You read?" It was a question.
"I love to read. 'To Kill a Mockingbird' is my favorite book. I think it's the great American novel."
"I won't argue, but..."
"The Grapes of Wrath" does deserve some consideration.
"What about 'Huckleberry Finn'?"
"Of course and there are also those w