It's Got a Beat, Mr. Jones

What Did Eddie Say to You?

Mary was trying to hold back the frustrated tears that filled her eyes. She needed to stop and just get it out of her system. She parked in a gas station and began to cry. John stared at her helplessly.
"Mary?" He asked.
Mary continued to cry.
"What did Eddie say to you?" John asked.
Mary shook her head. She wouldn't stop crying. John scooted closer to her and hugged her. She leaned her head into his shoulder and just cried there for awhile. He petted her head and said quiet things of comfort, and he help a little bit.
Finally Mary straightened up. She sat back up and fixed her hair. She was trying to be calm now. Her eyes were sort of puffy, but that couldn't be helped.
"Are you okay?" John asked.
"I'm fine," Mary said wiping a few stray tears out of her eyes.
"What was wrong?" John asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Mary said running her fingers through her hair.
John nodded. Mary started the car again and drove out of the parking lot. John kept staring at her. Mary didn't say anything for the whole ride. After about an hour they reached Mary's house. Mary got out of the car and walked into her house. John carried his bag and Odette into the house.
Bobby was asleep on the couch. Mary went straight to him and laid on top of him. He opened one eye. "Oh, hi," He said sleepily.
He saw how sad she looked. "What's wrong, honey?" He asked.
"Nothing, now," She mumbled into his shoulder.
Bobby kissed her on the forehead and rolled her deeper into the couch so he could stand up. He saw John standing in the kitchen.
"Hey, sport," Bobby said walking into the kitchen.
Bobby took Odette from John. "Hi," John said quietly.
"What happened with her?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know. I was taking a nap and when I woke up she was in the kitchen with Eddie and it looked like she broke a coffee mug," John said shrugging.
Bobby's brow furrowed. "Maybe he said something to her..." He said quietly.
"I don't think it was something he said," John whispered. "I think it was something he did."
Bobby looked over at John. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"What would cause her to stand up quick enough to break a mug?" John asked.
Bobby stared at John. "I really don't know what you mean," Bobby said slowly.
John sighed. "I think Eddie might have kissed her," He whispered.
"What?!" Bobby exclaimed.
John covered Bobby's mouth. Mary moaned from the other room. "Just cool it," John said taking his hand off Bobby's mouth. "Eddie's always had a special thing for Mary, but you and Jeff have always been in the way. So this was the first time he's ever really had her alone."
Bobby sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm gonna kill Eddie," Bobby said quietly.
"Chill, Eddie's just got a different set of moral values than you. At least he didn't try anything really inappropriate," John said.
Bobby nodded slowly. "God, I'm never leaving Mary alone with Eddie again," He said.
"Probably a good idea," John said.
Bobby walked back into the living room. Mary was still laying face down on the couch. Bobby pushed her over so he could sit down on the couch. Mary laid her head on his lap.
John pulled one of the kitchen chairs into the living room. "I'm sorry for crying so much," Mary said to John.
"It's fine," John said smiling.
Mary smiled at John. She sat up. "I need a beer," She said. "You want one Bobby, John?"
"Yes, please," John said. Bobby nodded.
Mary walked into the kitchen and grabbed three beers and walked back into the living room. She handed John his as she walked passed him then sat on the couch and cuddled against Bobby's shoulder. Bobby took his beer from her. He sighed.
"You forgot the bottle opener," He said.
"Just use the coffee table," Mary said popping the top off of hers easily.
John put his beer into the crook of his arms and popped the cap off, but he spilled some onto his shirt.
"How did you do that?" Bobby asked staring at John.
"Just put it in the crook of your arm and push upwards," John said. (I wouldn't recommend using this approach to opening a beer or coke. It hurts like the dickens if you do it wrong.)
Bobby tried, but he couldn't figure it out so he settled on the coffee table approach his wife had used. He took a drink of his beer. Odette pawed at the bottle, which Bobby kept just out of her reach. Mary felt a lot better now that she had had a beer. She looked at the clock.
It was four thirty-nine.