BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 238
than she and JC. “Jeannie, my name‟s Bill Cady. Can I come in and talk with you for a
moment?”
“What about?” Leery, wondering who the hell I was, and what I wanted.
“I‟m a friend of Bob‟s,” I began, “and kind of a friend of JC‟s. Not close, mind
you, but I know the guy.”
Her eyes hardened. “That son-of-a-bitch!” She started to close the wooden door.
“Wait, Jeannie! Hear me out, please. I owe you, and Jim, I guess, an, um, an
apology. I‟m trying to set things right, if I can.”
“Why on earth would you owe me an apology? I don‟t even know you?”
I shuffled my feet, looking down at the porch, penitent as hell. “Yeah, I know
that, and it makes me feel even worse. Can I come in, just for a minute?”
Probably more from confusion and curiosity than anything else, Jeannie let me
inside. She sat at the white kitchen table on a red plastic covered chair and made a
motion with her head for me to take a seat.
I remained standing. “I don‟t think I should sit, Jeannie. You‟re probably gonna
hate my guts when I tell you what I have to say, but I just can‟t bear to keep it inside any
longer.” Then I looked at her, my face as mournful as I could make it. “Plus, I can‟t let
someone else pay for my mistake.”
Now she really wanted to know what the hell was on my oddball mind, but she
merely watched my face, waiting for whatever was coming next.
“I was at the Dells last night, Jeannie. I was with a girl.”
“Yeah?” Her implication was, And I give a rat‟s ass about that because ?
“JC was there, having a beer or two with some guys on his team.”
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