RETURN OF THE MACK

Just as Stacey began to turn around, the lights at the club came up,the music stopped, and I immediately looked toward the dance floor to see if they were there. Whew, they were gone! The last thing that I wanted to have happen was Stacey's great night out to turn into a disaster.

Heidi, Kim, Stacey and I headed for the exit. As we were leaving we saw the owner and thanked him for a fabulous time. He reminded us that they were having a big Christmas and New Year's party and wanted us to be sure to stop in. We said that we would and headed to the car. On our way to the car Kim remembered that she left something in the club and ran back in to get it. As we waited outside for her we began to talk about what we wanted to eat because you can't leave the club and not stop for a bite to eat before going home.

When Kim came back, she told us that she ran into a guy that gave her a card and said that he wanted to meet Stacey. When they asked her to describe the guy, she tried but the description did not sound familiar to anyone that we saw. Stacey took the card and the name on the card was Justin Case. Hmmm, said Heidi. That is an interesting name. Sound like a lawyer or a doctor! Girl Please, I said. The chances of a doctor or a lawyer being here are like the chances that Mr. Right will be standing at my door when I get home. We all began to laugh and walk to the car.

As we drove away, I took one last glance at the club and I saw that dang Samantha LaRue standing near the entrance by herself. I wanted to go around the block to see if she was waiting for Carl but I decided against it since Stacey was not aware of what I saw.

We stopped for a bite to eat, talked about the events of the night, and then headed home. I was so glad that Stacey had a good time and we talked briefly about the parties to come.

I gave her a big hug and told her to give me a call if she needed anything.

As Stacey opened her front door, she was met with the scent of potpourri that she had placed out earlier that day. She made her way to the shower and hopped into bed. As she began to drift off, she could her a voice calling her faintly. Stacey, Stacey, Stacey, the voice said. She got up took a look out the window and it was Carl. He appeared to look as if he had been in a fight.

Because Stacey was a "helper" she went to the door to see what was wrong. As she opened the door, he was curled up on her doorstep like the neighborhood cat, wet from the dew of the grass, and shaking like a leaf on a tree.

Ok. Now Stacey has another decision to make. Should she (1) Let Carl inside to see if he is okay? (2) Call the police and let them deal with him? (3) Close the door in his face and go back to bed? (4) Call his mama and tell her to come and get him off her doorstep or (5) Call me?


Word to the Wise: In dealing with life's situations, sometimes you have to think with your head and not with your heart!

Stay tuned for next week's installment

Mary Jane

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