Chapter 12: FranAnneAh Shakes
ASK HIM!!!!!
NO DON’T ASK HIM!!! He won’t like me.
OF COURSE HE WILL! Marla said that he’s into me. Don’t you trust your best friend?!
Ummmm...as Reason here, I must doubt Marla’s credibility. Also, she was pretty cranky. I mean we made her miss ANTM.
Right...but still! You can’t lose hope!
Hmmm...ask him or don’t ask him...Ugh Marla and ANTM. I swear she will love that show to death. She might even marry it. And if you don’t think so, ask him. He’ll tell you the truth. Is he really into me? I mean perhaps I’m just overanalyzing things. We’ve only hugged and talked about stuff. But you like him...don’t you?
Do I like him? I think that he’s really nice and has sweet moments. He’s also very funny at times, although he has a lot of corny jokes and puns. Sometimes I think that he treats me like a sister. Does he see me as a woman? Does he have a girlfriend? I paced around the room and repeatedly ran my hands through my hair. Perhaps I should ask him if he has a girlfriend, first. But then, why did he hug me?It’s possible that he’s cheating on his girlfriend...with me...OH NO!!! I’M A PROSTITUTE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAIT!!! Calm down...
I asked myself again, “Do I like him?” I closed my eyes. Hmmmmmm, I got an idea! I changed into some warm attire, got my purse and keys, and went outside.
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“Hi Mrs. Franchesca, Mrs. Anne.” I went to them, peeling off my coat in the process. They were the sister librarians at the public library that I work at. I wasn’t as shy with them since I’ve worked for them for a long time.
“Hi deary!!” They exclaimed simultaneously. Someone shushed them. Ironically, they weren’t the quietest librarians.
“I told you, don’t use Mrs. it makes us feel old...and don’t call me Franchesca! It makes me sound so stuffy! Got it? I don’t want to be old and stuffy! Like my husband,” she said.
“Yes...Fran.” I smiled fondly at them.
“You’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last time we saw you!” Anne covered her mouth to hide a large gasp. “Must be tough to keep up with work, since you’re probably pretty busy, if you know what I mean.” She gave me a playful nudge.
“Anne!”
“What, Fran?”
“I...uh...ummm...what?” She gave me a knowing wink and left to help a customer at the counter. I looked to Fran for answers, but she went to the back room. I gave up and asked Anne what I could do to help. She pointed over to cart of books and asked me to put them back on the shelves. I did as she told and then she asked me to help Fran. In the back, she was secretly eating some chocolate wafers and probably wasn’t doing the work that she was supposed to do. Oh Fran...
“I thought you had diabetes Fran.”
She turned around surprised. “What diabetes?” She gave me a wink.
“Fraaaaan...don’t make me tell Anne...” I threatened playfully. Her eyes widened in slight fear.
“Nononononno please don’t tell Anne!! They’ll make me take those terrible pills that taste like cardboard and go down like rocks!”
“Hmmmm...ok. But you have to help me with...something.” I could feel my face warm up. Anne came in at that time to see what was going on.
“Ooooooooooh is this something a boy?!?!” Anne said excitedly. She scurried over to Fran where they sat down like the little children they read to, eagerly waiting for storytime.
I couldn’t deny it, but I was too shy to say yes. I just looked down, trying to hide my blush, but these ladies were sharp even at 58.
“It IS a boy!!!” They said together. I blushed even harder and shushed them to quiet down. I didn’t want the whole library to hear whatever embarrassing advice that they might give. Last time I asked for advice, I ended up sitting for 2 hours listening to their loud anecdotes of their matters in the bed.
“What’s his name?” Fran asked semi-quietly.
“Luke.”
“What does he look like? Is he a fine piece of mancake?” Fran inquired playfully.
“What did you guys do?” Anne spoke. I proceeded to tell them about Luke’s appearance, what we did, and about my dilemma. However, I did not respond to the mancake question.
“Ooooh, from what you tell us if I was 40 years younger, I’d take a piece of that cake for myself.” Fran winked.
“Fraaaan!! Please help me!! Marla wasn’t exactly the best person to ask for advice.”
“Oh, shush Fran. The poor deary needs our help. You know when Vincent and I married, he was so—” Anne wanted to go on, but I had to interrupt her story about her husband and her affairs of the bed.
“Please guys, just help me. No stories for now. I really need help. I can’t ask Alex right now.” I begged.
“You should just ask Luke what he feels. I’m sure he won’t lie to you. He sounds pretty taken with you already.” Fran fidgeted with her bun of greying hair.
“Marla told me the same thing, but I’m a bit...old-fashioned. I can’t just ask Luke!! I feel like he should ask me. At least that’s what my mom taught me.” I explained.
“Oh, don’t talk to us about old-fashioned. We’re older than you are and we’re telling you that you should ask him.” Fran said. I looked at them with desperation. I really couldn’t just ask him.
“Ok, ok deary. We’ll teach you how you can get some answers out of him. Ooooh I love romances. We’ll treat you to one of our famous FranAnneAh shakes!”
Fran looked at Anne exasperatedly. “I told you we are NOT calling them FranAnneAh shakes!” They bickered on and on while I went over to the desk to help the slightly irritated customers and closed up the library. Then Anne and I went to get FranAnneAh shakes with a sore loser of a Fran in the library kitchenette. Finally, they told me how I can get Luke to tell me how he feels. I hope it works.
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