The Cover of a
Book
by Bill Tope
A gorgeous twenty-something
woman
alighted from a taxi, stood at the door
of the hack and paid off the driver.
She took off walking briskly down the
boulevard, the fabric of her summer
dress whispering as it stretched across
her limbs and torso.
As always, she was acutely aware of
the attention that she attracted from the
male pedestrians in her immediate
vicinity.
It was the same practically everywhere
she
went. Her lips formed a tight,
unsmiling
line. It was a "No Vacancy"
sign for any
overheated male adventurers. And they
were everywhere.
One man in particular, a tall, rangy,
mustachioed creep she immediately
characterized as the "lean and lanky"
type,
had fallen in behind her two blocks ago
and continued to follow close on her
heels.
She wondered, when would he make his
move, trying to either hustle her or else
insult, humiliate her. He even
sported a
cowboy hat. God! Every damn
man was
the same.
She exited a crosswalk just as the
streetlight
changed,. leaving the creep stranded on
the
other corner. Good! But, despite
the danger,
the man ran the gauntlet of angry
motorists
and dared cross against the light. a
fusillade
of horns blaring in his wake. She
thought,
he must have had oysters for dinner.
In a few
steps he swiftly overtook her. She
braced for
his clumsy, lecherous approach. "Ma'am?"
he
said. She kept walking.
"Excuse me, ma'am,"
he said again. She turned to face
him.
She stopped so abruptly that he nearly
collided
with her. "What is it?"
she said frigidly. In spite
of her icy tone, he smiled widely.
Probably won
hearts with that damnable smile, she
thought
irritably. "Ma'am," he
touched the brim of his hat.
"Well?" she answered him,
scowling darkly.
"You dropped your billfold back
several blocks," he
told her. "Probably when you
paid off your cab."
"My..." she began searching
furiously through her
handbag.
"I looked inside the billfold, ma'am,
and there's a
driver's license in their with your
picture on it. "It's
yours." He smiled again,
somehow more kindly
this time, she thought. Her cheeks
burned as she
took the wallet back from the stranger.
"Please,"
she began, "let me give you
something for..." He
interrupted her. "No, thank you, ma'am,
I just done
what anyone would of done."
"Then for your trouble," she
began rifling through her
wallet; yes, all the money was still
there. "No trouble,
ma'am, I assure you." Again
that wretched smile!
"But there must be...here, let me
buy you a cup of
coffee, then," she offered. He
noticeably withdrew
from her. "Thank you ma'am, I'm
married,' he said
stiffly. "Appreciate the offer,
though." he touched his
thumb and forefinger to the brim of his
hat again and
withdrew back the way he'd come.
He mouth fell open a little. But,
she thought, I wasn't
coming on to him; that was the furthest
thing from my
mind, I only wanted to... Then she took a
deep breath,
released it. Her lips twisted
wryly. "I suppose,"
she
said wistfully, "that fair is fair."
Shaking her head a
little at a lesson learned, she continued
on to her
destination.
Originally
published by Children, Churches and
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