Lucy stared at John who was looking in the hall closet for his bowling bag. Things had been pretty cool between the two of them despite his awkward apology the night prior.
"Where are you going?" Lucy asked, already knowing the answer.
"Bowling. You know I go every other Wednesday night. Are you sure you don't want to come?" John asked.
"No. Bowling isn't my favorite sport," Lucy crossed her arms and watched John grab his bowling bag from the back of their closet.
He walked over to Lucy and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. "I'm sorry about yesterday Luce."
He always called her that instead of Lucy when he was apologizing. Like skipping the extra syllable would make her name turn into an endearment. Lucy gave a weak smile and slowly hugged him back, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have taken Dillon to the bumper cars. That's our thing."
He kissed her temple and smiled, "How about tomorrow night, we go to the bumper cars. Just you and me?"
"I'd like that."
John released her and walked to the door, "I'll be back later. Call if you need me."
Lucy nodded as she watched John leave. She wished she could go with him but it was an all men's league and none of the wives or girlfriends attended. It would be uncomfortable if she went as the only female.
Lucy's phone rang and she saw that it was Dillon. She sighed as she thought how their innocent time together was the basis of her and John's argument.
"Hey Dillon. What's up?"
"Hey Lucy Goosey. I was going to invite you to have dinner with me but I'm going to be really busy tonight," Dillon said. Lucy could hear loud noises in the background.
"Are you at a club or something?" she asked.
"No. Why do you ask?"
Lucy laughed, "Uh...because it sounds like you're at a club."
Dillon laughed, "Not a club...something similar but not quite. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I can't hang out tonight."
Lucy shook her head in mock amazement, "So you just called me to tell me you were going to have a fun night but I wasn't invited?"
"Pretty much. I didn't want you to show up to my loft unannounced or anything."
Lucy was offended, "Dillon, have I ever shown up to your place unannounced?"
"No, but there's always a first time."
"Well today isn't it. I happen to have plans tonight."
"Oh? You and John going on a date? I thought he went bowling on Wednesdays."
"Actually, I'm meeting Donna from the church. We're making cupcakes for a bake sale."
Dillon laughed, "That's right...because the Lady of Our Perpetual Health is the perfect place to sell baked goods."
"Whatever, the funds are going to help paint the CCD classroom."
"Fine, have fun and save me a cupcake," Dillon said before hanging up.
Lucy frowned as she heard someone honking their horn outside her house. She peeked through a window and saw it was Donna. She grabbed her purse and ran outside, "Thanks for picking me up Donna."
"No problem honey. I'm just glad you're going to help out. Where's that handsome boyfriend of yours?" Donna asked.
"He went bowling with the boys," Lucy answered.
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ConsumedMystery / Thriller
Confessions from a murderer. This is what Lucy Hanson uncovers after reading a journal she finds in a secondhand desk. She soon develops a dangerous desire to discover the identity of the journal's author. With the police hot on the killer's trail...