Molly O'Keefe - Pencil Him In

She was on her hands and knees in the tub working at the brown stuff around the drain when the solution to her problem—no, not the brown stuff problem. The other, bigger problem. The getting a life problem—hit her. Like a lightning bolt.

What better way to thwart Camilla and this doctor than to show up with a date of her own?

She sat straight up, the toothbrush in her hand dripped onto her jeans.

She needed a date, but not just any date. She needed a man who would expect no romantic entanglements. A man she wouldn’t have to exchange small talk with or any other uncomfortable platitudes.

“Gary,” she said with a smile.

She climbed out of the tub, threw the gloves and the toothbrush in the sink and headed out the door for Gary’s apartment.

Gary was perfect as a date-on-call for several reasons.

1. He lived just around the corner in her condo complex.

2. He was a mostly out of work actor and he had viewed the wedding she took him to as a chance to be on stage, which was why halfway through the night people were expressing their condolences for the brain tumor Gary was telling people he had.

3. He was gay. There were absolutely no uncomfortable entanglements.

In a word: perfect.

Anna crossed the small stretch of grass between her unit and his with a glad heart. She was going to beat Camilla at her own game. Anna laughed a little bit thinking about how perfect this was. How truly satisfying it would be to get back at Camilla in just this exact way.

Gary had been leaving messages on her machine for the past two weeks that she had not had the time to return and she felt a little bad. But he would understand. Gary was good like that.

The light was on behind his blinds, which Anna took as an omen that her plan was going to work out okay. She stepped up on his small cement landing and knocked. She felt bad that she hadn’t seen him in so long, a few weeks anyway. He had gotten some part in a play and she, of course, was always busy, so time flew by. She smiled and knocked again, happy that she had more time to spend with Gary who was always fun.

She heard footsteps and for the first time in a while, felt a smile that wasn’t forced spread across her face. She pushed back a lock of hair just as the door opened and she felt all the blood drain from her face.

“Well, well.” Prince Charming leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

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