He tried it out for size, saying it in different contexts and tenses, giggling at the sentences he made. Caroline couldn’t help but laugh with him; his merriment was terribly infectious.
Mike became somber when it was time for her to leave. But he knew she had to return to her husband and children. He hugged her tightly, not wanting to release her. With a small kiss on the lips, Caroline was gone, so Mike headed back to the pad.
As he trudged back inside, Mike wondered if he’d ever see her again. He sat down on the bandstand and picked up his guitar, strumming a few chords. His band mates tried to get him to talk, but they were received with silence. But with Micky’s incessant talking, Davy’s whining and Peter’s damned puppy dog eyes, Mike broke down and gave them a brief and non-revealing account of his encounter. He looked up at them severely, and completely straight faced.
“Now. Spack off!”