And, in reading it, I'm grateful the 77th page of my WIP was only a partial, and thus, shorter.
Melvin’s ears turned read. He lifted his cup and mumbled into it.
Melvin plonked his cup down and yanked his wallet free. He dropped a few bills on the table, then stood.
Jude rose too. “Melvin?”
“A calendar, alright?”
Melvin hushed him. “A fireman’s calendar, you know. Wearin’ our helmets…strategically.”
“You mean—”Jude burst out laughing.
“Yes, so either find you a booster lady or get comfortable in your boxers.” Melvin trundled to the door without a backward glance.
Jude swallowed. It looked like he’d be making up with Della after all.