We were quiet for a little while after that. She reached out her hand across the table and I took it. This time we kept holding hands when the waitress came back. We ordered desert and the mood lightened up a bit.
It all felt so natural. I knew I didn't fit in in places like this but I felt like I did that night. Marilyn definitely did. She was the kind of girl that you wanted to take to places like this. And she was still so funny. Even if she had matured quite a bit, she still told the best dirty jokes.
"And then she says: 'Oh no Santa I thought you came only once a year!'"
I laughed, loudly and inappropriately.
"Where does a good middle-class girl like you learn this s**t?"
"Who said I was good? And usually study hall."
"Oh my god you are such a good girl. I could tell by the way
