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Girl Scout season was over. The cookies and nookies were put away for the year. Next year would be new flavors and returning flavors.
I got my money back for the hefty little Ukrainian Girl Scout Allie except for the 10 percent restocking fee. I was only out $3,000. I couldn't actually afford that amount any more than the full price, so what did it matter? It didn't make a difference to my lack of bank account.
Russ had taken Allie to his basement at no cost to him. I wish I had a basement to hide in. I was going mad!
Not partially mad, but fully and completely bonkers.
Now it was a few months later. Everywhere I looked: walking down the sidewalk, in the grocery store, at the mall, at the drugstore—it was completely insane! They were everywhere! It was enough to drive a Girl Scout loving guy who didn't get any nookie over the edge.
Everywhere I looked were pregnant young girls. The sight of each one of the rounding future moms was like a searing in my mind. Each time I saw one of these girls—they were everywhere!—it might as well have been as if they were wearing a t-shirt that said, "Frank McCoy was here" with an arrow pointing down.
My four flavors had dried up. They never came around now that their bellies swelled with spawn.
I shudder thinking of it. Why couldn't it have been me? Jealousy is a strong emotion. It can drive a person insane.
I shall take a nap. A long nap. In many tomorrows will be a new day with new nookies. I shall claim my fair share of them next year.
Unless that blasted Frank McCoy has already purchased all the future Girls Scouts for the next several years!
© Ball Four 2005
