My Friend Becky Part 3
Two days later I was in the checkout line at the market. Someone behind me kept bumping my ass with their cart. I HATE THAT! Thought for sure it was some wiseass teenager and if it happened again I was going to tell him that he’d better have a note from his mom. Well, it happened again and I quickly turned and said, ‘Well hi, Alex, how are you Baby Doll?’ My anger quickly turned to pleasant surprise. ‘ Sooooo?’ Alex began to ask with an ornery tone in his voice, ‘When are you and Becky getting...