Life With Lenny

By B.L.Cunningham

Lenny woke early the next morning with a  smile, still wondering if the events of the past few days had been a dream, reached over for Laverne and found her place in the bed empty, sighing , Lenny  got up and showered, shaved with more than usual care and searched for his "lucky " plaid sport coat, the very one he wore  more than 15 years ago when  he proposed to Laverne.
In the kitchen Laverne was making sure Linny's lunch was packed and  there was no need to ask if her daughter had completed her assigned homework.Linny's love of school and learning was an amazement,  Linny's idea of  a great gift was a book, any book; her bedroom was a mixture of  dolls, stuffed animals and books; Encyclopedias,  popular novels and non fiction spread out over several bookcases, while a map of the world decorated one wall.
Lenny snuck a kiss to his wife's neck as she poured a glass of orange juice "ohhh  you look like a man on a mission.. don't be too long, I'm expecting you home  for  lunch " Laverne murmured and lenny knew just what was being offered as a main dish  as Laverne's hand  was lightly caressing his crotch  (Fortunately the  counter height breakfast bar  hid this from  any inquiring  eyes) "I shall make  all due  haste my beloved and return to your open arms !"  Lenny declared  Laverne heard Linny giggle  "Are  you two getting  mushy again..?" Laverne grabbed the sack lunch, handed it to  her daughter saying "If your riding your bike to school; wear  your helmet  and the  door's  that way !"   and planted a hasty kiss to Lenny  and then her daughter.
Moments later the house was silent, as Laverne tidied up the kitchen and  pondered  what it would mean to their lives if Lenny were to win the Oscar.
Both Lenny & Laverne had a healthy dislike of what lenny  called "Those gold plated assholes " those status conscience, name dropping strivers who who would  sell their own mother in exchange  for a favorable press clipping.  and Laverne was equally aware of the  "ladies who lunch " crowd, the idle, bored ( and boring )  women who spent their waking  hours at all the right events, the chicest hair salons and most expensive clothing stores of Beverly Hills, and she had no desire to join their ranks.
Clothing... clothing,  Laverne was suddenly reminded that she had to find a dress to wear to the  Oscar awards show and there were less than six weeks to find it, Laverne knew from past experience that  wearing the same gown to any high profile event was not done; no matter how lovely or expensive the dress.Perhaps after lunch she would drive to Los Angeles and see what the department stores had.a damn shame she couldn't wear the white  silk halter gown she had worn to the premiere of the Swans of August; she knew she'd turned more than a few heads thanks in part to the gown's plunging neckine.

To Part 4
THE END









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