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I felt bad for her.
“You shouldn’t have to. We’ve gotta find you a man who doesn’t have a virgin complex.”
She snorted. “I know, right? You ask a guy to tie you up just once and they have a coronary.”
“You asked someone to tie you up?”
I couldn’t help but think back to Barrett’s words at Mara’s barbeque.
She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t say I asked, I just suggested it, like an idea.”
Remembering her last boyfriend, I felt my eyes pop out of my head. “The last guy? Darren? The doctor?”
He was so proper I couldn’t believe she would go there.
“Yup,” she smirked.
I screamed with laughter. “What did he say?”
“He said I should get therapy and that he would never treat a woman like that.”
“Therapy,” I snorted, “you may be the only woman I know who doesn’t need it.”
“I know, right?”
Junie came from the most well-adjusted family imaginable. Her parents were both alive, both professionals, and they both loved and respected their children. Junie knew she was loveable, had always known it.
The suggestions and critiques left on her doorstep by the recent string of failed boyfriends, she summarily swept off the porch. That didn’t change the fact that she longed for male companionship.
Minty returned from lunch and dropped into her chair, spinning to join in. “What are you two cackling about?”
“Willa is dragging me out to a veterinarian symposium with her un-boyfriend.”
Minty dismissed Junie with a glance and looked at me with her eyebrows raised
in question.
“Barrett asked me to meet him at Stonewall’s on Saturday night. There’s going to be live music. He said to bring you guys because he would be there with friends. You want to come?”
Her eyebrows had yet to lower, and she looked pleased.
“No, you guys are too young for me. I can’t keep up, but I’m happy, delighted, that you’re going out with him, Willa. Are you sure you want to take the degenerate with you?”
“I’m insulted, I think,” Junie protested. “Actually, I feel seen. Thank you, Minty.”
“You’re welcome, beautiful.” Minty winked at Junie.
“Why don’t you come, Minty?” I pushed.
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going out with Ruby, and possibly Amber, on Saturday.”
Ruby owned and ran Spuds, the tastiest poutine bar east of anywhere and it just happened to be two doors down from us.
“Don’t tell me,” Junie deadpanned, “you’re going to a craft fair and a movie.”
“Something like that,” Minty smiled.
“Come on, Minty,” Junie cajoled, “live a little.”
