Re: Loggything: Penny and Clementine
"What was I thinking? You go on and overcomplicate everything," Clem said with a grin and a glance on over at her passenger. She looked on down at the phone Penny was fussing at not reaching for, and she laughed easy behind that steering wheel. The phone was handed on over a second later, but Clem didn't pocket it any. She grinned some instead, and she wiggled it in Penny's face. "You go on and call the boy drunk. It'll remind me of high school some." Not that she was ever real big on calling boys drunk, on account of her daddy being overprotective and her momma insisting girls never did call boys, they waited on boys to call them. But Clem knew calling buzzed was something young folks did, and it seemed like good night for it, seeing as they were joyriding around in a borrowed midlife crisis.
No donuts happening, and Clem set the phone in the center console, there for Penny to go grabbing if she changed her mind about calling this man that was sounding a whole lot like a lover. It wasn't just Penny, neither. A man that went running that often, Clem tended to think there was a whole lot of something going on there, even if no one was saying the words.
She got off the straightway, and she zigged and zagged until she found some quiet backstreets she could work some real good speed up on.
"Woman I met during the dreaming got in touch. Opera singer, and smart sounding as a whip." Clem made conversation over the sound of the radio she tuned to country, something real twang surrounding them on Bose speakers. "Didn't even get myself knocked up by family this time. Figure I did pretty good for my damnself."