“Maybe we can do a double date,” Liz squealed,
“like to a restaurant or the movies!”
The mental image amused me.
Gary wouldn’t stand to hang out with a guy
like Timothy for more than five seconds.
I could practically hear Gary’s critique
of Timothy in my head:
“He’s a meathead jock.”
(Another judgment lacking real knowledge.
Why do we constantly judge?)
If Timothy saw something in Liz,
could he really be that bad?
Before I can say yes or no to her idea,
Liz shrieked, “Timmy!”
and shot down the hall as if someone
had put rockets in her shoes.