The phone rang. It was Beryl.
"Oh, hello Beryl."
"Hello, Crissy. I was hoping I'd get you before you left for church."
I was confused as to why she was calling me Crissy.
"What is it?"
"I want to invite you over for dinner and game night on Wednesday evening. We usually eat at about seven o'clock."
"Isn't that just for family?"
"Well, I'm making you honourary family. Will you be there?"
"Sure, if you want."
"Wear something sexy."
"I don't understand. You want me to wear a dress?"
"Do you have any dresses shorter'n what I saw?"
"No. That's my shortest. Beryl, what's going on?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe what Karl did to me last night! He attacked me! I mean, in a good way. He tore my clothes off and made love to me with a crazy passion I haven't seen in quite a long time!"
"You don't really think that was due to me, do you?"
"Oh, I know it was due to you! He almost called me Crissy!"
"And you're OK with this?"
"What do I care who lights the fuse, as long as I'm around to enjoy the fireworks? Come on, Crissy, just between us girls, do me this favour."
"Of course. It's going to be awkward with Joey there, but---of course."
"Never mind Joey. You do all your flirting with Karl, understand?"
"Yes, dear. I'll see you there."
She said good-bye, and we both hung up.
I looked out the window, and wondered if I still had the courage to go to church this way.
"I said, "I won't---"
Oh, you know what I said.
As far as game night with the Erskines was concerned, it was mostly enjoyable, except that playing Twister in a short dress is not as much fun as you might think, especially if you’re not a big fan of letting everyone peek up your skirt. But I know the guys enjoyed it!