orangetoughguy | log post II

[Oh he's riding the same wavelength. Fuck they're in public though and that big bird is still hanging in the air. Not the one right out the window, the other one.]

So where's Snoopy now?

[It's not a subject change, just reigning the hormones in. A little bit.]

[Ah so he is catching that. Larry finishes off his beer. As for his cigarette he'll grind the end of it in in his napkin.]

He hung around my cave awhile then I gave it to a girl.

[Shrug right on there.]

Because you liked her or because you wanted something out of it?

[He's not doubting Lawrence Dimick's gentlemanly behavior at all but boys will be boys and this one admitted to upskirt accidents.]

Because I liked her and I didn't know what to get her.

[He takes a look at his fingernails, then folds his hands like a gentleman.]

Didn't have much money again. Funny how that works out.

It was a joke.

[As if Larry didn't already know but maybe it was bad timing too or the fact that jokes are his go-to crutch. He puffs on his cigarette and sips again.]

Did she like him? [And you?]

I think it was a few days before I got something out of it.

[Is he kidding? That's up to you to figure out Freddy.]

She loved him. Liked me enough.

[Right now he can't tell. Whether that's Larry's fault for being ambiguous, Freddy's fault for thinking too much, or both who really knows.]

What was her name?

Vickie Flagler.

[He leans back and crosses his arms.]

We went to the same school.

[The snort that comes out of his regal roman nose can't be helped.]

Vickie Flagler. Vickie. Flagler.

[Yeah he's trying out her name on his tongue because it sounds a little funny. About as funny as Freddy Newendyke and that's not even the real name. Not quite real anyway.]

Victoria Flagler. But she's absolutely a Vickie.

[It's amusing to hear him try it out.]

Flagler's not so weird.

[Not like Newendyke.]

Yeah it is.

[Mr. Newendyke gives an insistent nod because seriously, Flagler. Sounds like a girl with glasses and a backbrace...the kind who probably would have found a boy like Freddy cute because she thought the other boys were out of her league. Then again this Victoria Flagler caught the interest of one Lawrence Dimick so maybe she compensated for her name by being a fox. At the tender age of thirteen or something.]

How do you tell a Vickie from a Victoria?

[Freddy has an idea he just wants to hear Larry's thoughts on the matter.]

A Vickie is more rough around the edges. Her shoes aren't polished and her coat might not go with her skirt, but she knows her sport stats.

[Fourteen actually.]

Victorias wouldn't settle for anyone's secondhand Snoopy.

Okay I'll give you that.

[Because the old man looks more like a Larry than he'll ever look like a Lawrence, at least the old man the kid knows. Put him in a sharp suit, sunglasses, slick his hair, slip on a diamond ring, and let him loose in a high stakes casino though and yeah he'd look like a Lawrence. Or a Mr. White.]

I'd take Woodstock.

She was pretty in her way. Her teeth were almost too big looking and she had long straight hair. Definitely a Vickie. Not like a Freddy though.

[Uh huh he's talking about you kid. Though to any eavesdropping ear that could be someone different.]

I'll keep my eyes peeled. How about that?

Okay.

[He smiles. The prospect of getting a plush yellow bird from Larry Dimick is amusing, even if it's the kind that types out words for a beagle not the big thing standing around over there. Now where Freddys are concerned...he can't help but arch a brow.]

What do you think's the alternative to a Freddy? [Everyone thinks it's Frederick. Little do they know.]

They're still popular these days.

[Or maybe they could go to Knotts Berry Farm. They got plenty of things there. It doesn't come out though, it's about the big ol' bird of a subject that is hanging there. It's a little on the turkey size about now.]

What do you mean what do I think? It's Frederick. [Right? Larry tilts his head to one side looking at the man across the table.]

[And turkeys are pretty fucking big. They can be dangerous too, as cantankerous as geese. Talking about his name on the other hand gets Freddy sitting up a little more confidently. This is a subject he knows well, one he doesn't share with too many people too. He puts his cigarette out.]

Frederick sounds like the head of a household stuck in a basement since the Cold War. Freddys ain't always Fredericks anyway.

Then what?

[The old man leans forward. He's all ears now. Not a Frederick? Sure, he's got a point of a Cold War hero but that's not such a bad name. At least not by Larry's count.]

If it's not Frederick what is it?

[Oh he's in too deep now. Freddy rubs a hand over his face before looking left, looking right, rubbing again, looking right, then leaning in closer to Larry. Lawrence Dimick. Mr. White. Fucking tough as nails cowboy.]

Alfred.

[There are only a handful of people in the world who know this and they're all blood related. Somehow even the LAPD took him on board as a Freddy Newendyke.]

[He was thinking that there was going to be a story. Maybe something involving frogs, Freddy would be a frog name after all.

Larry's lips move with the name except no sound comes out, not until the second time. It's soft, so that only Alfred, Freddy can hear.]

I wouldn't have guessed that.

[Shakes his head.]

You're fucking full of surprises.

[A low, slow laugh starts but doesn't bubble far. That's not how you treat secrets.]

I knew it. I shoulda bet money on it.

[Cuz that's the only way to turn an 'embarrassing secret' into something good, right? It's not that Freddy hates his real first name or anything, he's just not an Alfred. He's a Freddy, the same way Vickies aren't Victorias. Besides, Alfred Newendyke belongs on some street on the Andy Griffith Show, wearing the same sweater and bow tie he's been wearing for forty years.]

Anyway I'm not the one full of surprises, you can blame the lady who came out of the cabbage patch.

Freddy it is. Nothin' else.

[Though he'll have to try out Alfred sometime. He's still trying it out here and there. It's not getting any less easy or surprising.]

Naw, I still say you're pretty damn surprising. Your Momma though, she must have started it off. Elvis broke the mold.

[Now their own crack pot theories are so damn convolved. How the fuck can he not laugh.]

Are you more like her or your Pop?

I'm pretty sure one or the other wishes I stayed in the mold. [He says this without a drop of sarcasm or self-deprecation, even though Freddy still wonders if that's always been a source of disappointment for them.]

Neither. [He shakes his head, green eyes down for just a second. Oh wait--] You mean who do I look like?

Bullshit.

[Parents, biologically care for kids one way or the other. That doesn't make them the best ever but come on. Alfred Newendyke is a lovable shit.]

Yeah. [He wasn't about to talk about specifications. That undoes any kind of subject avoiding.]

They don't like what I do.

[He shakes his head at Larry, telling this matter of factly because it doesn't hurt him (anymore?) it's just the truth. Why are they talking about his parents again? Something about cabbage patches? Maybe Freddy has no one to blame but himself.]

Both I guess. You can see a little of both. [He nods.] What about you?

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