Cassie and Carl by Littlewing 1957
Cassie placed a small skillet on her tiny range and turned up the flame. She wanted to prepare dinner for her boyfriend, but he wouldn’t return her calls. Ennis was surely back from his fishing trip, but she hadn’t heard from him. Even Steve at the ranch, who took messages for him, confirmed that Ennis was not only in town, but was back to work.
“Well, it’s his loss!” Cassie thought as she double battered a few chicken wings. Her fried chicken recipe was famous in Riverton, and was certainly one of Ennis’ favorites. She loved to see him tear the meat from the bone – one time he even licked his plate after the meal was devoured. Cassie had half a mind to drive over to his trailer and surprise him with a dinner of fried chicken wings, cole slaw, dinner rolls and apple pie for dessert. But she just couldn’t. Ennis pitched a fit the last time she showed up at his place without calling ahead.
10 minutes later Cassie sat down to a meal of chicken wings and potato salad. She decided against the cole slaw and rolls. The apple pie was out of the question, as she was trying to lose a few pounds. After her meal, Cassie sprawled out on her twin sized bed and thought about Ennis. She loved him, but his neglect was really hurting her. She was becoming depressed, and was beginning to feel bad about herself. But just then, a forceful knocking chased Ennis Del Mar from her mind. Cassie looked through the peep hole of her cheap apartment door and spied Carl. Carl was just a friend, and was good for a few laughs. Cassie opened the door and allowed Carl to enter.
“Hey, Cassie, my sis is comin’ in at the Greyhound Station in about a half an hour.” Carl began, in an obvious rush. “My car is in the shop, and I’m wondering if you can take me to pick her up?” Cassie shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess so, Carl.” Cassie answered as she moved to her bedroom to fetch her bomber jacket. “Have a seat while I get my jacket. You want some chicken?”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Carl, excited at the thought of Cassie’s fried chicken. He grabbed a wing from the kitchen table and wolfed it down. Cassie waited until Carl wiped his greasy fingers and they headed out the door….