Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Thirty minutes later found Walter driving up to Zelma's house. It was a pretty house ... not too big. It was on one level. The driveway was paved.
Walter parked ... sat there ... damn! Oh, I'm so sorry Lord, I didn't mean to cuss! he thought. Good people try not to cuss. Walter was a good man ... but, why did he feel so bad?
He made himself get out of the car. He shut the door quietly. For some reason, he didn't want to make any noise. He felt uneasy being here at Zelma's house. There was something about her ...
He walked up to the door, knocked. Zelma with her big self-wrapped in a pink and white towel ... opened the door. "Why hello, Walter! Come right in! I just got out of the shower".
Walter felt awkward ... now, what was he supposed to do? "Have a seat in here, Walter". I'll put on something comfy and be right back!
Walter sat on the floral couch ... looked at the big flat-screen tv. Thankfully ... it was on so, it wasn't too quiet in the house. Walter hated quiet.
Zelma came prancing into the room with her fat self ... all decked out in a ... pink polka dot bikini ... hot pink dots on black fabric. Walter felt a jolt go through him ... polka dots! Polka dots? He wondered why he had such a reaction to ... polka dots ... of all things.
Come on, Walter. Let's go to the pool for a little while before we move the piece of furniture. Walter didn't want to go to the pool with Zelma. He began telling her he needed to get back and wouldn't have time. Zelma kept walking ... her rolls bouncing all over the place.
Walter had no choice but, to follow her. This was going to be a bad day, he thought.