Public Service…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

“Sorry chief, I can’t help myself,” Lilly said sweetly. Janko chuckled and shook his head. He walked by me and whispered, “You’re a lucky man, hoss.”


As if I didn’t know it. Lilly scrunched up her nose and blew me a kiss. Many people speak of love in glowing terms during the first year or so, and then routine seeps in. Terms like ‘the old ball and chain’ get used to describe each other. I knew as a newly wedded husband I didn’t have a clue about relationships, and I wasn’t delusional enough to think Lilly and I wouldn’t reach a point where our love became routine. Still, I couldn’t imagine ever reaching that point, and I would do whatever I could to ensure our love stayed as fresh as it was right now.


We finished our coffee and started an in-depth scrubbing of the remainder of staff at the agricultural center. “Let’s ride back out there and have a chat with Christy,” I said to Lilly. “Chloe must have meant something to her.”


“Why do you think that?”


“She grew prickly when her name was mentioned, and not in the way your mother grows disgusted with your stupidity.”


“What are you saying? She was in love with her?”


“No, I think Chloe was her sister.”


Lilly stared at me and raised her hands as if to say, “Where did that come from?”


“I don’t know, man. It seemed more sibling rivalry than it did parental disgust is all I’m saying.”


She grinned at me and said, “You know a whole lot about that sibling rivalry, do you?”


“Just what I’ve seen on television,” I admitted. “Come on, let’s go see what trouble we can dig up.”

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