Friday, July 9, 2010

Friday

On Friday morning, Megan Cupcake awoke, arose, opened her secret detailed journal and began to write about the previous day.

The precise nature of the game played by Roderick and Megan shall remain private. Suffice to say that Roderick found the game to be most intriguing; much better than Monopoly. And Megan, who prefers not to play with Donny Clapper, was more than delighted to play with Roderick, because he is kind.

Lest the reader be of prurient mind, consider that Roderick and Megan are merely sixteen, and they are new to the game.

Well, Roderick is new to the game.

In any case, the state of Megan's virtue was not altered.

After a long and busy day at the boathouse, Roderick was pleased to join his parents and the Blooms at the Red Trolley Diner. And Molly, who spent much of the time banging away on the Bosendorfer, felt the same way. The Blooms and the Smiths sat at their usual table, and ordered the same things they always order, because the Blooms and the Smiths like to keep ertain things constant in their lives.

Henry invited Natasha to the Friday night "bowling party" in Stapleton, an offer which Natasha accepted eagerly. She had not decided whether to pose for Henry, but a bowling party seemed safe.

Surprisingly, Henry actually wanted to bowl. Natasha had never bowled, and encountered considerable difficulty getting the hang of it. Donny Clapper offered to help Natasha, but as he stood behind her and helped her hold the ball, his left hand "accidentally" found her left breast. Natasha was so surprised she dropped the bowling ball, which landed on Donny's sandal-shod foot. He writhed in pain on the foul line.

Roderick and Molly walked home separately from their families. The moon was about a week past full, but shone brightly in the clear sky. Roderick invited Molly inside; they sat on the couch close together and listened to Alfred Brendel's recording of the Diabelli Variations. They fell asleep cuddled together before the twenty-forth variation.

Around ten o-clock, Mr. Smith pulled a comforter over them.