continued … But, what the hell could I do to help?
When she started bouncing up and down I started to lose control. I put my head on the desk to try to escape the mayhem. It didn’t help. When I started bouncing she started poking me in the ribs. She always did that when I least expected it!
While she poked I heard her, ‘’He, he, heing … .” I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that every person in the room was looking at us and I KNEW that Austin was probably pissed and soon he’d be getting in my face. He was such an asshole.
She kept on nudging and nudging me in the ribs. And I could hear her laughing and I didn’t know what to do and it seemed like I was going to explode when the unthinkable happened.
For some reason she threw her arm out. It was so unexpected and I was so startled that I flipped off the chair onto the floor!
By then, the silliness of the situation had completely overwhelmed me. Laughing so hard I could hardly breathe, the embarrassment of rolling around on the floor in front of everybody was the furthest thing from my mind. I was completely lost in the moment.
While pitching around down there I fixated on Nancy Tilson’s (the girl who sat in front of us) feet! She was wearing those white sox girls used to wear, rolled down around her ankles. And I can still see that grain of that ancient pine wood floor, as if I was seeing it through a microscope.
Rolled down socks, grains of wood, saddle oxford shoes! It’s amazing what you remember when you’re in a near hysterical state.
continued … .. The next thing I knew ….