The Cat's Meow (a Short Story)
This is a story I wrote a long time ago, but I felt like it deserved to be featured. The Cat’s Meow “Mary!” Helen cried. “You look like the bee’s knees sweetheart!” Twenty-one-year-old Mary managed a nervous smile, then smoothed her canary-yellow dress to the hemline, just above her knee. She tucked her flat, coordinating purse under her arm, and with her long, wool coat draped over the other, climbed gingerly into the black jalopy. “Thanks, Helen” she replied. Helen glanced over from behind the steering wheel as they roared down the main drag. “All right, out with it. What’s wrong?” “I just can’t help being so nervous. Helen, are you sure he’s a nice guy?” Helen gave a belly laugh that didn't help to soothe Mary’s nerves. “Just don't take any wooden nickels and you’ll be fine, I promise. And if it doesn't work out, just let me know how much cash he’s got wrapped up in that family business of his.” This evoked a smile from Mary as she thought of Hele...