"Lewis is probably getting
some right now," Oswald mentioned, handing Drew and Kate
beers.
"Oh, come on guys....be mature! Lewis is in love," Kate
said, propping her feet up on the coffee table of Drew's house.
"Who made you Queen Mature?" Oswald asked.
"Yeah...you certainly haven't been acting like it....you
know, since you made my dog crap all over the floor of the brewery!"
Drew said.
"Like giving me poop-flavored candy and almost getting me
fired is mature!" Kate yelled back.
Drew and Kate exploded into angry words. Oswald sat back, listening
and drinking his beer. The phone rang, but neither Kate or Drew
heard over their yapping.
"Hello, Drew Carey's shack," Oswald said, answering
the phone in the kitchen.
"Oswald?" someone whispered in a low tone.
"Satan?" Oswald answered.
"No, moron, it's Lewis!"
"Hey, buddy. We thought you'd be dancing naked by now."
"I've got a problem. Where's Kate?"
"Oh, she's in the living room, arguing with Drew over whose
crap was more mature."
"Wonderful."
"Something wrong?"
"Well, I...Madison.."
"Do you want me to get Kate?"
"No, let her and Drew battle. It's probably the beer talking
anyway. I'll call again in the morning."
Oswald heard the abrupt dial tone. He shrugged and went back to
the living room to watch more of World War III.
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"How is she now?"
Kate asked.
"Still asleep. It's not a woman thing, is it?"
"She'd know it if it was."
"I'm scared, Kate. She won't let me take her to the hospital.
She's fine for a few days and then she gets sick...right when
you want to tell her something important...."
"If she's better tonight, bring her by the Warsaw."
Kate got a bittersweet smile on her face. "Lewis, you want
to help me with something?"
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Oswald sat in-between Kate and
Drew that night at their regular table at the Warsaw. Hurtful
things had been said the night before, forcing the two best friends
to stop speaking.
"Come on, guys....the silence is driving me crazy!"
Oswald cried.
"Shut up, Mr. 'Queen Mature'," Kate retorted.
"Hey, don't talk to him that way!" Drew argued.
Just then, Kate spotted Madison and Lewis enter. She jumped up
and went over.
Lewis looked faint. "Take this Kate...before we both keel
over."
Kate, with a disgusted look on her face, accepted the covered
tin pie plate. "How are you, Maddi?"
"Feeling better." Madison offered a smile.
"Come on, let's get seats for the show," Lewis said,
sliding an arm around her waist and walking slowly with her to
the table.
"Hi, Madison," Drew greeted her. "How are you feeling?"
"Well enough to go back to work tomorrow."
"Honey, are you sure?" Lewis asked, rubbing her back.
"I've got that space account to supervise. I'll come home
afterwards."
"Where'd Kate go?" Oswald asked.
"I'm here," Kate said. She brought a chair over and
sat right next to Drew. He gave her the evil eye.
"Drew, you and I have been best friends for so long. We've
done so much together. We've watched stupid movies, called each
other drunk at 2 in the morning....even done it on the floor of
the bathroom here at the Warsaw! I don't want you to be mad at
me."
Kate placed the pie plate on the table and uncovered it.
"Holy crap, Kate! What the hell is that?" Drew asked.
"This is to prove how sorry I am." Kate took a deep,
disgusted breath and pushed her face straight into the pile of
poop.
"Kate, geez! You're gonna suffocate!" Drew yelled. Kate
lifted her face, looked at Drew and the two of them burst out
laughing.
When everyone quieted, Drew said, "Come on, we'll go back
to my house and clean you up. I can't accept an apology with your
face like that."
Drew and Kate left. "Buddy, I'm taking Maddi home,"
Lewis said.
"Don't be late," Oswald said in a husky voice.
"Don't wait up," Lewis answered.
