Terry and Gene 7

Terry opened her mouth to speak but the blond Amazon in the fur coat started talking again.

"Oh, come on, honey. Do you really think that if you sit here, Gene will magically show up, fall in love with you, and sweep you off your feet? Please. When are you groupies going to learn?"

"Miss Jennetta, this is..."

"What? His date?" she laughed. "Please Gino. She's not even his type. Come on, honey, get going. You don't belong here."

Terry sat through this with her mouth open, looking from Gino to Jeannetta.

"Miss Jeannetta..." Gino started, pleadingly.

Terry's senses came back to her and she nearly began to cry.

"No. It's OK. I don't know what I was thinking." Terry said quietly as she slid out of her seat.

"You are going to pay for that, aren't you, honey?" Jeannetta asked, pointing at her nearly full iced tea.

"Of course." She took a ten out of her purse and left it on the table. She all but ran out of the restaurant.

It was only her pride that kept her from bursting into tears as she handed the valet her ticket. She alternately clenched her jaw and bit her tongue to keep from crying, but she felt tears pricking behind her eyes anyway.

Suddenly, the scene erupted. Gene pulled up in his Mercedes and got out. "Terry?"
Jeanetta's voice from behind her called frantically. "Terry!"

Gino called her, too. "Ms. Stone!"

And the valet arrived with her van.

Terry tried to take the keys from the valet but Gene was too fast for her and snatched them from his hand.

"Where are you going?" Gene asked. Then "Jeanetta!" and he hugged the odious Amazon.

Terry tried to walk away but Gino stopped her. "Please, Ms. Stone. Just wait. Everything will be explained in a moment."

Terry felt a tear roll down her cheek. Then another. She covered her face and sobbed and everything stopped.

"Terry! What's wrong?" Gene cried, his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, Gene. It's all my fault. She didn't look like your type..." Jeannetta trailed off.