Free Small Town Tango by Jennifer LeJeune

they plan their next week of manicures and Bible studies, bread-making and shopping dates. Bo and Katy walk hand in hand, once again, down the sidewalk. People stare and whisper to one another as they pass by.
     
     “So, really,” Katy asks Bo, “what were you… ‘taking care of’?” with her hands up in the air doing the quotation sign in her best masculine voice.
     
    “There were just some things that I had to get straight with God before I stepped into His house this morning. There are a lot of things I think that He thinks I might blame him for, but I don’t. I didn’t want to spontaneously combust when I walked through the doors, ya know.”
     
    Katy finds that to be the funniest thing that she has heard in a long time and they laugh.
     
    “Do you think I will ever get married, Bo?” she asks very randomly as they pass Agnes Jones obviously whispering to her grandson about them on the ice cream parlor patio.
     
    “I do,” he says.  “Hmm… I do, I really like the sound of that. Do you think I will ever get married, Katy?”
     
    “I hope so!” She answers just a little bit too enthusiastically Bo can hardly contain his laughter.
     
    Katy and Bo step into the ice cream parlor to have a Sunday afternoon date at the second most favorite place to hang out in Little Hill, besides Bates Bakery. As they walk in, for once, no one whispers, but they look and smile. Katy, all of a sudden, feels like this is right where she is supposed to be in her life, and she knows that the feeling is a sign from God that this is His will for her. Katy has brought Bo back to the Lord and made her feel complete, she only wonders if she might make him feel the same way. They sit eating their ice-cream, both feeling peacefulness and security.
     
    Bo hears a sound he has not heard in what feels like forever coming from his pocket - a loud, obnoxious ring from his cell phone. He didn’t even remember putting his phone in his pocket this morning. He must do it out of habit from so many years of being tied to a phone or desk. He hears Monica’s voice on the other end of the line.
     
    “Mr. Brogan, hello, Mr. Brogan, are you there?”
     
    “Monica, hi, this is Bo.”
     
    “Mr. Brogan, where are you?” she says frantically.
     
    “Little Hill,” replies Bo, and all of a sudden his entire schedule for the month comes flooding into his brain, and he remembers that he has a meeting with a very important potential client in the morning and he is still hours away from Dallas.
     
    “Monica, I will be there as soon as I can. I am going to call the airline now and try to get a flight out as soon as I can. I must have completely lost track of time this week, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
     
    He throws a twenty-dollar bill down on the table and asks Katy to come back to his mammy’s to help him get his things together. They quickly walk three blocks back to his grandmother’s house without a single word. Katy can tell that there are thousands of thoughts running across his mind right now. The problem is that she cannot tell if she is one of them.
     
    Viola is already back at the house making toasted turkey sandwiches for lunch when Bo and Katy come barging in. Bo goes straight back to the spare bedroom where his clothes are scattered all over the bed and he tosses them back into his bag.
     
    “Don’t you need to call the airline first?” Katy says as she pulls his clothes back out of his bag and starts to fold the pieces neatly.
     
    “Oh, yes, I sure do. Thank you, Katy.”
     
    “Did I just hear someone say ‘airline’?” Viola says as she walks quickly from the kitchen to the bedroom. “Are you two jetting off into the sunset together?”
     
    “No, Mammy,” Bo replies. “I can’t believe I have already been here one week. Monica just called to let me know that I have a meeting to be at six o’ clock in the morning with a major potential client that could bring tons of attention to our