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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 240
“Please, Jeannie, I‟m begging you. Just let me confess to JC myself, with no one
else around. He might kick the shit out of me for it, but at least that way, I‟ll know it‟s all
behind me. Please, Jeannie? Let me go see him, and I‟ll confess it all, then tell him to
come see you. Believe me, when I talk with JC, I‟m sure I can make him understand.
Please?”
She glared at me, her eyes seething with hatred. “Okay, but if JC‟s not here in
one hour, I‟m going over there.”
Backing out, I said, “Thank you, Jeannie! Thank you, so much! You won‟t
regret it. I promise you, you won‟t regret it.”
She looked at me and snarled, “I hope JC kicks your fucking ass, you prick!”
Then she slammed the door.
my ass.
When I told JC, he almost cried. Even hugged me. By the way, he didn't kick
All the guys thought I was not only a hero, I was the best actor and greatest liar
they‟d ever known.
As a postscript to that story, I recently learned their marriage didn‟t last a whole
lot longer, and I‟d say Jim was better off that way. Jeannie got really pissed off at him
one night when he was drunk. (Like guys in their 20s never get drunk, for Pete‟s sake?)
She decided she was leaving him, but she also left a “calling card”, of sorts. He
was passed out in bed. Jeannie packed everything she was taking with her, put the baby
in her car, then came back and shat on his chest!
She wanted him to remember her. That really took care of it. He did. He always
will, now. No one can say Jeannie “didn‟t give a shit”, since she did. On his chest.
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