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Drowning Barbie
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Author: Frederick Ramsay
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a lick—ordered catering brought in when she had a party, but the house smelled like she’d done it all herself.”
    â€œYou think Frank ships this dreck in from outside?”
    â€œThis? Don’t be silly.”
    â€œMaybe we should drop in on the Reverend Blake Fisher and see if he’d oblige us by putting on a show wedding.”
    â€œDo you think he would?”
    â€œWho would…Frank and the onion or…?”
    â€œFisher and the ceremony, of course.”
    â€œI have no idea. My experience with any sort of clergy, and Blake Fisher in particular, is limited to solving a felony murder and a theft involving the contents of his safe. But, why wouldn’t he? He likes you, Ruth. Didn’t you almost offer him a faculty position? I bet he would if he thought you might start attending on Sundays.”
    â€œBut I didn’t and I won’t and he knows it. Maybe you should instead. You could sing in the choir, be an altar boy or something.”
    â€œI don’t think they’re called altar boys in the Episcopal church and aside from being Jewish and not baptized, a status I assume to be a precondition for membership, I can’t carry a tune in a basket.”
    â€œI’ve heard that choir. You’d fit right in. Is there a reason we are planning this now? I mean we’ve only been back a few days and the craziness we got ourselves into up in Maine has leaked into the grapevine. People are full of that, not what our plans are.”
    â€œTwo reasons. Abe and Dolly want us out for Sunday dinner. That would be lunch anywhere else, but the traditional, big heart attack meal of the week is always served around noon on Sunday at Chez Schwartz. We have not been invited for our company. They will ask, they will probe, and they will have it out of us unless we have something else to discuss. Also, my people are pestering me. We need to stop the questions.”
    â€œThen I guess we should meet with Fisher before Sunday so we will have something to report.”
    â€œI’ll call him and set up a time. Send me your ‘can’t make it’ times and I’ll see what we can do.”
    â€œWhat about tonight?” Ruth said.
    â€œTonight? Sorry, tonight what?”
    â€œI am getting the stink eye from some of my more traditional faculty and one or two board members. They find the sight of the town’s top cop slouching in my house after dark for what they fantasize as unbridled sex unacceptable.”
    â€œI don’t slouch and they wouldn’t if you hadn’t refused to be bridled for so long.”
    â€œYou know what I mean. And if I stay over at your poor excuse for an apartment, I have to sneak back home like a naughty school girl hoping her parents didn’t notice she’d been out all night with a boy. Can sex with a bride be considered anything but bridled?”
    â€œGood question. Do horses have unbridled sex, do you suppose?”
    â€œEnough already. What about it? Where do we go tonight?”
    â€œI think tonight, I don’t slouch and you don’t sneak. We go our separate ways and live chastely, at least in public, until we get the Reverend Fisher to sanctify our union.”
    â€œHow long can you manage celibacy?”
    â€œTwo or three days ought to do it. Over the weekend we can go to the A-frame and shed our bridles to our hearts’ content.”
    â€œYou’re sure about that, because I have that desk full of paperwork to tackle and having you off the premises would make it go more quickly.”
    â€œYou have my assurance that I am fine with it. Maybe we could do a little heavy necking on the way to your house, though.”
    â€œWhen was the last time you made it in the backseat of a car?”
    â€œBefore your time.”
    â€œYou mean you did? With who? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
    â€œA lifetime ago and it was all about teenaged hormones, both hers and mine, that
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