Barry Berkman

Part 17

We finally arrived back at Barry's house. We had been walking for two hours, but it felt much longer than that. We stopped walking and I gave him a hug. It was slightly spontaneous, but I thought it was acceptable.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"Well, just for helping me in the car. And inviting me. It was pretty cool." I blushed and he smiled.

"Uh, well I guess I should go now." I said.

"Oh yeah, of course!" He replied. I began to walk towards my car and he called out, "Bye!" I turned to him and waved. Then I got in my car and drove home.

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"Mom, do you think I could get those Nerf guns for Christmas?" Larry asks me.
"No Larry, your father and I are tight on money right now." I say.
"But Mom!" Tommy whines.
Barry walks in.
"Larry, your mother said no. Maybe for your birthday in the summertime." He suggests.
Larry stocks off defeatedly. Barry and I turn to face each other, his hands lacing my back.

My alarm blared as I woke up from my dream, or rather, somewhat of a nightmare. I got up to make breakfast, but decided to stay in bed and read. As I flipped through my book, I couldn't stop thinking about the dream and last night. I was puzzled why I dreamt of Barry and I having a child. And what were we about to do? I guess it was obvious but I ignored it.

Some time later I decided to go out for lunch. As I locked my door and went down the elevator, I chose to eat at Giovanni's Pizzeria again. It was close and in the center of town. I got in my car and sped off down the road. I flipped through the radio channels and settled upon Metallica.

I parked outside the restaurant and asked for a table outside. The fall weather was starting to get colder and colder, but fresh air was always nice. As I waited for my table to get cleaned, I looked around at the street. Something on one of the telephone poles caught my eye. I walked over towards it and saw that Macbeth was being performed at Gene Cousineau's theater. I thought it was a cool idea so I took a photo of the flier just as the waiter called me over.

I left a tip and grabbed my purse off the seat. As I got up to leave, I checked the poster one more time.

1:00 PM, It read. Let's hope Fuches doesn't need anything. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself as I continued towards my car. I unlocked the door and drove back home.