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"Well, I was a virgin hooker. I kinda take pride in that. That was my part that I had interviewed for. I walked into rehearsal, we were to prepare how we were going to dance, and he [Elvis] was just standing there in his jeans. And it was, I mean, it was too tempting. I hadn’t seen him for a couple of months. So, I just kind of tiptoed up. It wasn’t work. NBC was paying me, but I think it was apparent to everybody that we very much enjoyed what we were doing. And we had fun dancing and practicing and being silly. Steve was one of the best directors I’ve ever had. He definitely was in control of everything. But he allowed that free liberty for us to express ourselves. It was just natural. And I think allowing Elvis and I to be natural and play how we did, it brought out more in us. When there is a chemistry - he was very sensuous, very masculine -, and it elicited the femininity and the flirt and the coy and the tease in me. And I think we played off each other." - Susan Henning, Reinventing Elvis: The 68’ Comeback
#elvis presley#elvis#elvisedit#susan henning#reinventing elvis#reinventing elvis: the 68’ comeback#68 special#60s#sixties#1960s#retro#vintage#comeback special#music documentary#uservintage#filmtv#movie gifs#musicedit#elvis presley gifs#my gifs
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Elvis and Susan Henning in the '68 Comeback Special outtakes
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Things Elvis and Prince Eric have in common
1. The obvious. They looked like this for a starter: gorgeous head of black hair, baby blue eyes, beautiful smile. They were sensitive, charming men who brightened up the day of whoever happened to be with them. Oh, and they were both royalty in a sense.
2. They both liked deep V on their shirt. Thanks @xanatenshi for pointing this out first.
3. And at least once in their life they wore a uniform with epaulettes that looked extremely good on them and it still makes girls swoon.
4. They both liked doggos, especially big ones.
5. Now follow me.
“The Little Mermaid” is a Scandinavian fairy tale about a redhead who falls desperately in love with a prince from another realm, but there are obstacles in front of her that are forcing the prince to marry another woman. Does it sound familiar?
Too bad it ended up differently for Elvis, like it did in his movies. Gotta find proof of you-know-who’s witching powers now… (I’m just joking, of course 😂)
6. And because Elvis wasn’t monogamous, there was another Scandinavian mermaid he kinda fell in love with, on the set of “Live a Little, Love a Little” in 1968. Thanks @moonchild-daniella for letting me know that Susan Henning is also half Swedish. Look how she’s trying to steal him from Ariel, or whoever the Tagesdame who kept him up all night was at the time.
This is the girl from the famous bordello scene from the Comeback Special, with whom Elvis had an affair, if you didn’t know.
BONUS: Prince Eric on pills 🫣😂
I’m seeing myself out. Bye.
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THE PICTURE-PERFECT SHOT x THE REAL MOMENT 🎬
— '68 Comeback Special (NBC, 1968)
Outtakes with Elvis and Susan Henning as filmed for the '68 Comeback Special on June 28, 1968.
The music playing on the background during this taping is Andy WIlliams cover of "Downtown" by Petula Clark, a hit record of hers. For another scene during the '68 Comeback Special' production that was filmed that same day, still between Elvis and Susan, they also played in the background, songs by Phyllis Diller, a medley of "I Get A Kick Out of You", "Blues in the Night", "I Enjoy Being a Girl", "My man", "Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair". Williams and Diller were taping their shows at NBC at the same time as the '68 Comeback Special was in production — respectively "The Andy Williams Christmas Special" (Williams' anual TV special airing from 1964 to 1974 and then again produced in 1994, all by NBC) and "The Beautiful Phyllis Diller Show" (comedy show).
We have a low quality video with a few more outtake scenes from the '68 Comeback Special, here:
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And this one is the full thing, in a good quality:
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Why the producers played those songs while Elvis was recording the scenes with Susan Henning for the Bordello segment of his TV special, I have no idea, but it surprised me quite a bit. I thought they would be playing exclusively Elvis' songs - which they obviously did at some points because Elvis had to dub some of them for the scenes, but not the entire time as I thought. If playing other performers' songs during the Bordello scenes shootings, for any given reason, my bet would be that they would be playing something more suitable to create a certain atmosphere to "help" the actors getting in the mood for those sensual scenes. Maybe the intention was the opposite, a way of Steve Binder to break the mood and to make things less... hot... in the studio, per say, or more likely he was just messing up with Elvis. I have no idea.
Anyway, Elvis and Susan also seem quite surprised and amused by the music playing in the background. Very interesting choice of songs indeed… and Elvis' playfulness while they were filming those scenes, ugh, lovely! Every time I dig deeper into Elvis' career something new comes to my knowledge that surprises me even more.
#elvis#elvis presley#elvis the king#elvis fans#elvis fandom#elvis history#60s elvis#elvis music#68 comeback special#susan henning#andy williams#phyllis diller#christmas tv special#60s tv shows#60s tv#NBC#steve binder#singer presents elvis#Youtube
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Thoughts on Barbara Leigh and Susan Henning?
sorry I don’t know if you wanted to know something specific about them 😭 but I’m just gonna say I think they are really important ladies worth knowing, mainly for the fact (this might sound weird but lemme explain) that they both already had children while they dated Elvis👀
some wannabe psychologists *coughs* alanna nash *coughs* albert goldman *coughs* have said Elvis was so enmeshed with his mother that he could never be with a woman who had a child because it would be like incest with Gladys or some crazy shit (yes they have both actually said that💀) all in their attempt to vilify Gladys and make her out to be some obsessive and controlling figure that prevented Elvis from forming regular relationships. which I find to be so untrue and harmful to her. Gladys was such a sweet woman and a loving and devoted mother who literally just wanted some grandbabies, keep her name out of y’all’s books, I’m begging !! (plus she is all our honorary mother-in-law 💗)
so personally that’s why I think it’s important to read about susan henning’s and barbara leigh’s romance with elvis because it sheds light on that subject and shows that elvis was more than willing to be with the woman he liked, regardless if she had a child or not
also I think they are both very cool & iconic and they are serving looks here (+ Barbara Leigh’s book is rlly good) 🤠
#once again alanna nash found jobless#I’ve learned now to ignore author’s attempts at psychoanalyzing elvis when they aren’t actual psychologists#thank you for the asks#because once provoked I could talk about Elvis forever😭#susan henning#barbara leigh#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis#elvis history#Elvis asks
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Requested: Elvis and Susan Henning during the Outtakes of “Let yourself go”, ‘68 Comeback special.
#68 comeback special#elvis#elvis 2022#elvis presley#susan henning#let yourself go elvis#comeback special#gifs#gifset#elvis gifs#elvis aaron presley#austin butler#blue hawaii#fun in acapulco#flaming star#kissin cousins#vintage tv#60s#70s#50s#king creole#wild in the country#it happened at the worlds fair#loving you#love me tender#jailhouse rock#gi blues#cinemaspast
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68 Comeback Special pic ❤️
PHOTO: Elvis and Susan Henning
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Elvis photographed with Susan Henning during the taping of “Let Yourself Go” for his “Singer Presents Elvis” TV special at NBC Studios in Burbank, CA, Friday, June 28, 1968.
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Elvis and Susan Henning on set of the '68 Comeback Special.
Susan also had a small role in “Live a Little, Love a Little”, playing the topless mermaid.
#elvis#elvis presley#elvis history#elvis presley history#elvis photos#elvis presley photos#elvis in the 60s#60s!elvis#60s elvis#'68 comeback special#68 comeback special#music history#the king#king of rock n roll#susan henning#live a little love a little#elvis movies#elvis aaron presley#1960s#1968
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"It wasn’t work. NBC was paying me, but I think it was apparent to everybody that we very much enjoyed what we were doing."
- Susan Henning, Reinventing Elvis: The 68’ Comeback
#elvis presley#elvis#susan henning#elvisedit#reinventing elvis#reinventing elvis: the 68’ comeback#68 comeback special#68 special#comeback special#60s#sixties#1960s#retro#vintage#music documentary#movie gifs#filmtv#my gifs#elvis presley gifs
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Adult Movie Posters
Night Pleasures (1976)
Where Unsaid Words Are Spoken And Unforgivable Dreams Are Felt!
Henning Schellerup - Joseph Drury - Daniel Cady - John Seeman - Melba Bruce - John Leslie - Joan Devlon - Desiree West - Susan Catherine
#MovPov13#AMP#1976#Henning Schellerup#Joseph Drury#Daniel Cady#John Seeman#Melba Bruce#John Leslie#Joan Devlon#Desiree West#Susan Cathrine
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Katzen haben mehr Lebensqualität, wenn man mit ihnen spielt
Wissenschaftler argumentieren seit langem, dass Spielen ein Indikator für die Gesundheit und das Wohlbefinden von Tieren ist und diese fördert.
Nun hat ein Forscherteam unter der Leitung der Universität Adelaide in Australien durch die Anwendung umfangreicher empirischer Methoden zur Analyse von Daten aus der ganzen Welt herausgefunden, dass das Spielen mit Katzen auch eine engere Bindung…
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Being Their Friend Headcanons:
• you don't like someone? collectively, the guys don't like them either (even though they never met them, they all have beef with your 80 year old aunt susan)
• if you're a girl and you got your period while you're with them, expect mild panicking from raph and/or mikey cause how are you not dying??? (once it's explained, expect princess treatment)
• game night and movie nights on the weekends. monopoly is banned
• head pats and hair ruffles all. the. time.
• if you're short (under 5'5) expect to be the designated forearm rest
• if you wear makeup, expect lots of questions, like how does the eyelash device not pinch your eye?? and why can you remove your eyelashes???
• sleepovers are a thing and it will be a huge fight on who's bed you're gonna sleep in (spoiler: you always end up on the couch with mikey clonked out on the recliner)
• self defense training cause obviously
• leo tries his best not to parent you, but does it unintentionally. you're comfortable enough to call him out and he appreciates it. you end up parenting the guys together...a lot.
• mikey is your go to fun and cuddle buddy. it's not uncommon for you two to be seen playing video games or curled up watching some cartoon on the couch
• donnie and you bond over tv shows and you tend to gossip with him quite a bit. his sleep schedule is all messed up, so if you want to cause trouble at 2 am, he's definitely your guy
• raph is the brother you never wanted but always needed. very loyal but he can and will call you out on your bs. playful banter and stupid nicknames are strong.
• lord help you if you're sick/hurt and you say nothing. they will r i o t
• you cook for them (or bake...or bring them snacks if you do neither) all the time
• leo likes to have tea with you in the morning when you sleep over cause you're not a morning person so you keep quiet
• raph can and will bench press you randomly. you're reading? not anymore, you're now being used as a weight
• you want to find out if the girl who bullied you in elementary school is pregnant with her step dad's baby? donnie's on it
• you need a hug or someone to let you vent? mikey will get all the snacks and drinks galore, he's all yours until you feel better
• you make them watch the eras tour movie and you were shocked to know they all knew the words???
• splinter just kind of adopted you and you're now his child. congrats! you don't have to do the hashi, but instead have to do the guys' laundry when you act up
• they kiss your head all the time
• annoying little shits when you're mad..they'll tighten all the jars so you have no choice but to talk to them..or put everything on the top shelf
• you're a girl? congrats! the guys are now all hardcore feminists for you and april both
• you're in the lgbtq+ community? cool! you now have four attack dogs protecting you
• oh you're on horomone treatments or transitioning? leo reminds you take your supplements, raph will help you buff up if you want, donnie is making sure your transition is going smooth, and mikey is your number 1 hype man
• it's not uncommon to find one of them passed out on your couch
• it's also not uncommon to find them all in your apartment eating take out when you get home from work
• you suffer from a mental illness such as depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc? prepare to have 4 mother hens watching you closely at all times
• 'i love yous' are not uncommon
• overall, they would make the coolest and bestest friends
#rise of the tmnt#tmnt 2012#tmnt ask blog#tmnt bayverse#tmnt donatello#tmnt leonardo#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt raphael#ask blog#tmnt 2003#tmnt imagine#tmnt headcanons
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Don't know how EP managed to keep his cool during the bordello scene — I'm not even talking about him with Susan Henning, just these many ladies wearing almost nothing and touching him like this. Considering it must have been needed a few takes to make this scene right, it must have been torture trying to keep his cool, to a guy like him. Yet, on the final cut, Elvis looks all together, in control — while on the other hand, wearing his black leather suit, while singing live onstage, at some point he just... messed up his pants. Have you read/heard the story, right? Yeah... that naughty story! 🤭 That was hot! Embarrassing but mostly hot AF. I don't even know how he let people see that pair of pants, I wouldn't. LOL! — Talking about this, my mind went to the "Girls! Girls! Girls!" "naughty" scene, which I still try to get how the heck Elvis got himself all "happy" just by dancing. He was "just a red blooded boy" indeed!
Anyway... I keep imagining the thoughts running through his mind during those sexy scenes - also the not-sexy-ones but the ones that got his blood flowing downwards, somehow. Outside he was/is pretty intriguing already, a fascinating guy... his looks and personality... but his mind! I kinda envy the Almighty himself just for being able to know what Elvis was thinking the whole time. Elvis' mind would be my favorite place to take a peek, I would live inside that pretty little head of his.
#elvis presley#elvis#elvis the king#elvis fans#elvis fandom#elvis history#60s elvis#68 comeback special#bordello scene
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Johnny Boy (Werwolf! Soap x reader) Part two
Once upon a time, you would've done anything for John Mctavish. He had been your older brother's cool best friend, and you were always desperate for him to see you as more--until one fateful night that ends up with you pregnant and him...gone. Fast forward six years and you've made a good life for yourself with your daughter Emma, with Johnny none the wiser. Until he decides to knock on your door.
You can find part one here
Part two:
You dismissed every call that lit up your phone for days, ignoring Tom while he beat down your door, ignoring Susan when she left endless tearful voicemails.
It was a betrayal. It cut deep, reminding you of the days when Tom and John were attached at the hip, always together and never letting you in the loop. Everyone always loved John, and you were sure with the right amount of mournful blue-eyed looks and apologies, your family was willing to let him back in without even a thought.
But they weren’t there, were they? That night when you thought he wanted you, his teeth in your throat, his hips cradled in your thighs.
You woke up alone, sore between your legs and dried blood on your sheets. He was long gone, Tom having driven him to the airport early that morning.
You were twenty, he was twenty five, the same age as your brother. Within two months, you were showing and he was nowhere to be found, off playing hero in some distant war.
Emma didn’t understand. You catch her looking outside curiously, seeming to be searching for someone. You find things out of place in your closet, where she must have been looking for some relic of his.
There are none. He left you nothing of his except her.
“He’s going to come back,” she said, once, while the two of you were having dinner.
You were still in your work clothes, a sweater and a pencil skirt, your fork half-way to your mouth. “Who, Emma?”
She looked at you, so knowing for a child so young. “My dad. Can’t you smell him?”
A chill slid down your spine. “Emma, I’m not like you,” you said. “Where did you smell him?”
“On you, Mum,” she said, as if it was obvious. “He’s all over you.”
It seemed the military taught him a few tricks.
The next day, Emma was proved right.
It was an early Saturday morning, Emma was still asleep in your bed while you shifted quietly in the kitchen, half paying attention to the telly playing some mindless cartoon.
A knock on the door.
You paused, lowering your cup of coffee.
You hated that you always knew when he was around. Some nameless feeling that you’ve had since you were a little girl.
Another knock, this one more insistent.
His voice, calm and deep. “Come on, hen, let's have it out.”
You took a step towards the bedroom, having half a mind to close the door and ignore the knocks until he went away.
“Don’t.”
You paused, mid-step.
“Please.”
Johnny never said please. He was the fighter, always unyielding and laughing, thinking it was funny when his mouth got him in trouble.
You’re wearing a soft slip and a robe. You tie it before you open the door, your hands trembling against the door knob.
He looked awful. His eyes were red, like he hadn’t slept in the last three days, his hair ruffled. He was wearing your brother's clothes that didn’t quite fit, another stir of anger in your chest at the thought of Tom letting him stay at his house.
The fucking traitor.
“You look like shit,” you said, your words like a bite.
His mouth twitched. “I missed you too, kitty.”
God you hated that word. You got that nickname at three years old and you’ve despised it ever since.
“What do you want, John?” You asked, your fingers white against the knob.
John leaned in close, like he couldn’t help it, inhaling deeply. His eyes got brighter, an inhuman gleam. “Kitty, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“For what? For fucking me and leaving me to raise your kid? For the six years of silence?” You looked away from his intense stare, knowing full well if you gave an inch he would take a mile. Johnny was like this when you were kids too, so harmless and smiling until he wasn’t, until someone touched one of his toys or took him away from you and Tommy’s house.
“For everything, hen, I…you didn’t deserve any of it,” John stepped even closer, his palm against your door. “Look at me, kitty, c’mon, I’ve thought of you every fucking day for six years and I’ve just found out you’ve had my pup alone.”
“And how do you know I was alone?” You spat, wanting to hurt him, to let him know that you weren’t his anymore.
That might have been the wrong thing to say. Johnny stiffened, his breath hot against your cheek. “Because you still smell like me, kitty.”
Which made no sense. You’ve had sex since he left, a few dates here and there while Emma was staying the night at her grandparents. There should be nothing left, no trace of him–you made sure of it.
“I just…I just wanna meet her. Please, hen, I’m her father.”
There’s a part of you that understands that if you refused, Johnny would find a way. Nothing could stop Johnny when he really, really wanted something and wolves were different from normal men. Territorial.
But if you let them meet, then it would be all downhill from there. Emma would get attached and Johnny would enjoy playing daddy for a month or two, then time would be up. He would be across the world again, taking bullets and ripping throats, and you would be here, being a mother and paying the bills.
“John,” you said, suddenly so full of sadness. Why did you have to be the bad guy? Why did it happen like this?
In another life, you would have wanted this with him. Marriage, kids, the whole nine yards–but instead, you had to be the evil bitch keeping him from his kid, though both of you knew he would just break her heart.
“I know, kitty,” he said, like he knew what you were thinking. “But I walked away once. I cannae do it again.”
You looked away again, chewing on your lip. His hand twitched and you remembered the way it felt against your hip, pulling you underneath him.
The memory soured your stomach. It was five years ago, for God’s sake, and he was drunk. You shouldn’t remember it with any sort of fondness.
“Come back tomorrow,” you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest. “Eight thirty for breakfast. I’ll do my best to…prepare her.”
Johnny made to touch you, maybe to hug or grip your shoulders but you flinched back, your spine bumping into the door.
“Kitty-” he began but you shook your head, already reaching for the door handle.
“Goodbye John.”
Emma was eating lunch when you pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, sitting down with a sigh.
It was time for the talk.
The You Have A Father and He Wants to See You and I Can’t Say No Talk.
Emma, as always, was unflappable. She turned the pages in the Louis L’Amour book every morning when she woke, and every night before dinner. Why would a father materializing out of nowhere phase her?
“Why did he leave?” She asked, tearing tiny triangles in her cheese toastie.
You took a moment to think about your answer. It wouldn’t do to make your daughter hate her father before she could even make her own opinions about him.
You, on the other hand, could hate him as much as you liked.
“He was enlisted in the military, remember?”
She nodded.
“They decided that he was…special. That he could do important work, but there was a price–he couldn’t let anyone know about the important work. They, um, well they had to hide him, keep him from the world so he…he never found out about you.”
Emma was silent for a long time, now tearing the crust into crumbs. You waited for her, forcing back the emotion clogging your throat.
“But he wants to see me now?” She asked, almost shy.
“Yes, he’s…he’s your father. And he’s like you.”
That was something that really grated on your nerves, the fact that they were so alike, you couldn’t relate to your daughter’s wolfish instincts, couldn’t shift with her on the full moons, couldn’t smell her emotions like she could yours.
“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always.
“You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to, bear, I promise, I’ll keep him away if that’s what you want.”
Emma pondered this, finally taking a proper bite of her toastie. “I’ll meet him,” she decided. “I’d like to ask him about his secret missions.”
You laughed. Wetly. “Alright. He’s going to have breakfast with us tomorrow.”
“Eight thirty?”
“Eight thirty.”
Emma finished her lunch, and that was that.
It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.
“I’m sorry.” Tommy was upset, you could tell, his cheeks flushed red like they did when you were kids. “I don’t know what I was thinking but I saw Johnny and I thought…God, I can’t lie to him anymore. We can’t lie to him anymore.”
“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. “At a fucking funeral no less.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Tommy gripped your shoulders and wrestled you into a hug. “I’m a slag, I’m a fucking idiot, just don’t keep you and bear from me anymore, my house is like a fucking coffin without you two.”
“What, your waitress of the week hasn’t been keeping you company?” You snarked, your face in his chest. You allowed him to hug you, a part of you relaxing now that you weren’t pissed at your brother. “I heard John was staying with you.”
“Just for now, he has Susan helping him find an apartment around here.”
You stiffened. “What?”
Tom winced, as if kicking himself. “Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that.”
“God, who’s side are you on Tommy? He abandoned us for six years!”
“You know just as well as I do that if he knew about Emma he would’ve been here from the very beginning.”
Tommy didn’t understand. “But he didn’t, did he? He screwed your little sister while he was piss-drunk and then left without a word. I’ll never forgive him for it and you shouldn’t either.”
“I wasn’t going to, love. I haven’t, really, but…look at him,” Tom clenched his jaw, the love of a brother resurfacing. You remembered being so jealous of their bond, the ease of their friendship. “The fucker’s been through hell, there’s no telling what they have him do out there.”
“Nothing that he didn’t sign up for.”
“You and I both know how limited his options were,” Tom said, gripping your shoulders. “How limited Emma’s options will be.”
It wasn’t a thought you could bear to think about for very long. Getting a job, going to high school, getting accepted into college, all of these things were difficult for Emma’s kind, no matter what the government likes to say about equality.
Johnny was smart. So smart. He tinkered with everything, the telly, the lawn mower, your father’s old rifle–he would take things apart to see how they worked and then put them back together even better than they were before.
It killed him when college after college rejected his applications. He had gotten into a few scraps over the years and they showed up on his records, so they stamped him down into the Aggressive list and threw away his application.
The military snagged him shortly after, with promises of being with his own kind and not having to hide what he was.
You couldn’t blame him, not even when he stopped calling on your birthday or visiting for holidays. He had a real family in the military, one that wasn’t just you and Tommy.
You had always been in love with him, forever the younger sibling that followed them around like a lost duckling. You were twenty when he came home again for the first time in a few years and your old feelings came back with a vengeance.
It hurt you more than you would ever tell that you weren’t enough to come home for. That the night you spent together was nothing more than the incident that gave you Emma.
“I know you loved him more than you would ever admit,” Tommy said gently, catching your chin when you tried to look away. “I know he hurt you so badly that it took you years to be able to ever look at another man. Trust me, I hate him for it too, but…he’s her father, love. She needs a father.”
And that was that. You were never enough for anyone, not even Emma. “I know,” you said. “That’s why I haven’t moved to the States and changed my name.”
Tom laughed, and neither of you acknowledged that his laugh was about as damp as yours. “Are we still on for next weekend? I’ll need to pick up some ribeyes from the store if I’m going to have Em.”
That was right. You had asked Tom weeks ago to watch Emma while you…well, while you went on a date. He was a nice guy, someone you met at work–he was cute in a bookish way, glasses and nice hair and knitted sweaters. You needed nice and cute, something to clear up the stain that Johnny left on you.
“Yeah, Charlie’s picking me up at six, so I’ll have Em over at five thirty.”
Tom nodded. “Do…do you want me to tell Johnny why you’re off for the night?”
“God no. It’s none of his fucking business.”
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