TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PLUG"

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   This week the word prompt is "plug", and it's the last week with excerpts from "Too Late for Goodbye." The book releases today, so if you want to find out what happens between Jen and Marty, you can buy the book on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Apple Books. 

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“Baseball is all Ethan can talk about since we got home from Pine Grove. He’s begging me to take him to a game.”

“Really?” Marty said.

“You had quite an impact on him.”

“We have a local minor league team. The Jefferson Jaguars. If you want to go to a game, I’ll scout up tickets.”

“That would be fantastic,” she said.

“Consider it done. Just give me a couple of dates,” he said. “I’ll text you.”

Marty lost track of time. Playing ball with Ethan, helping set the table, and cleaning up afterward ate up his afternoon. By nine o’clock, he was on the bus. His phone rang.

“I’ve texted you twenty times. Called you five. Where the fuck have you been?”

“Oh, Flint. Sorry. I had my phone in my briefcase.”

“Wonderful. I was ready to call the FBI! Listen, you dick, don’t ever do this to me again.”

“You’re right. I should have called. I’m on the bus now.”

“I hope the sex was good. Tell me at least the sex was good.”

“There was no sex. I played ball with Ethan, laughed at Sophie’s jokes, explained printing, and ate homemade soup and stew. Oh, and a brownie and a glass of milk.”

“Jesus! A glass of milk? No sex?”

“You heard me.”

“Sounds like you had a great time.”

“And I brought in some business. I think she’s going to use us.”

“You didn’t give her a quote yet, did you?”

“Nope, but whatever you figure, we’re going lower.”

“Oh really?”

“Even if I have to plug up the difference myself.”

He heard laughter. “From my tight-fisted brother, that’s love.”

Marty chuckled. “Can’t talk. I’m on the bus. Pulling in at eleven.”

“I’ll be there.”