Tammy had been dating Micky for a year. He was five years older, than her. She felt special, not a lot of fifteen year old girls dated twenty year old guys. Then again, it was 1965 and he was considered a minor himself.
Tonight they were double dating with Mike and a new girl, he met named Sally Brass-statue.
Sally was very loud, compared to Mike.
They were at a restaurant
Mike: So where are we all goin' after this?
Sally: Where did you get that accent?
Mike: (brows knitted)I was born with it.
Sally: Born with it! (snort, cackle,snort, snort) Silly babies can't talk!!(loud goose like laugh)
Tammy was getting nervous
Micky: We could go to the beach
Sally: I shouldn't really. I'm having a heavy period. I must have bathed four times yesterday. (the restaurant fell silent)
Tammy felt a slight burning in her cheeks.
Mike: Sally I don't think this is the time or place, to talk about your bodily functions.
Sally: (snorting)Why not? We all have them.
Micky: Check, please waiter.
They got up to leave
Sally: I gotta take a-
Micky: Just go!!
(Sally went to the ladies room)
Mike: Never again. Sorry if she made you nervous.
Sally came out
Sally: Ready Tex?
Mike looked down
Mike: You have toilet paper stuck to your shoe.
Sally:(whirling around) Where?
Mike: We'll get it outside.
Mike and Sally left in their car
Tammy: Are we still going to the beach?
Micky: We can.
They drove off. The warm scented breeze came into the convertible. The moon was full and blue.
Tammy: It's a beautiful night
Micky: Yes it is
When they got there, Tammy noticed a beach house for rent.
Tammy: Gee there's a beach house for rent.
Micky: I really need to move out on my own.
Mike pulled up alone he got out
Micky: Where's Sally?
Mike: Took her home. (he noticed the sign) beach house for rent.
Micky: Tammy pointed that out.
(Mike went and got some paper and a pen, came back and wrote the number down)
What are you doing?
Mike: Well I figured we can go look at it.
Micky: It's probably out of our league.
Mike: Can't hurt.
Micky's house- Next day
Mike, Peter and their mutual friend Butch were lounging in the rec. room. Micky was sitting on the floor. The stereo was on low, his mother was home.
Micky: We saw this beach house, for rent last night.
Peter: Oh yeah?
Micky: Looked big.
Butch: Private?
Micky: Probably some big wig owns it. (He grabs his bongo drums and taps them .)
His mother comes down the stairs.
Janell: You boys should turn off the stereo and enjoy the sun.
Micky: Can't we enjoy it with the stereo on?
Janell: Don't be cute. I meant to go outside and enjoy it. Do me a favor. Open those curtains and turn off the ceiling light. The lights aren't free.
Micky: Yes mother.
(She turns and goes up the stairs, mumbling to her self.)
Janell: Middle of the day, curtains closed and the room is lit like a Christmas tree.
(to Micky) Turn off that heater.
(To herself) 90 degrees outside. Yet the windows are closed and the heater is on full blast. No wonder they haven't taken us away yet.
(After his mother was upstairs, Mike handed Micky the number.)
Mike: It's your call.
Micky took it, he went over and picked up the receiver.
Janell: ( on another phone.)Oh that's terrible Barb. I know it. Next week, let me call you back on that.
Micky rolled his eyes and hung the receiver.