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Eddie leaned on Brenda‘s shoulder. ―Hey Eddie – you ok? He asked. ―Yeah. Yeah.‖ ―You can‘t drive like this – you need a ride?‖


Brenda felt the heat of Eddie‘s hand on her shoulder burn through her blouse. ―He really shouldn‘t drive,‖ she said to Muriel. ―No shit, honey. That‘s what I just said.‖ ―Ed, where‘s your car? Did you drive?‖


―Yep. Don‘t you worry, Mur. This here sweetie‘s gonna drive me home.‖ He winked at Brenda ―She‘s my neighbor. A good girl. A certified smarty pants.‖


Brenda looked at Eddie and raised her eyebrows. She didn‘t know how to drive. She had steered the wheel of a tractor once – but not the pedals.


―You drive stick, right?‖ he asked, licking his lips and placing his forehead against hers.


Startled at the feel of his eyes up close, she said, ―I guess I can try.‖ Muriel looked at her and shrugged.


―Come on, baby.‖ Eddie sang to her, ―Baby…Baby.‖ He took her arm and pulled her forward and spun her around. She crashed against him. ―Whoa there.‖ He hugged her.


It was as if her feet were not touching the ground as she followed him out of the gymnasium.


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