The stars shone brightly over the desert as Earl and Andy stepped onto the porch of an old-time saloon. Earl belched rubbing his belly. “That was a good steak.”
Andy burped louder. “Yeah.”
Earl laughed caressing her flat tummy. “Where do you even put the steak?”
“I turn it immediately into energy.” She stood on her toes and kissed his lips. “Sexual energy.”
“And burping is your mating call?” he asked.
She belched again. “I’m special that way.”
He draped his arm around her shoulder and escorted her from the porch toward their car. They stopped to admire the sky. Earl pointed to a cluster of stars. “See that? That’s the Little Fucker and that’s the Big Fucker,” he joked.
“I can’t wait to hear the story about the Fuckers,” Andy said.
“They were real fuckers, that’s for sure,” Earl replied. “They fucked this shit, fucked that shit, just all around fucking.” He somberly saluted the sky. “Adios motherfuckers,” he said and opened the car door for Andy.
Andy hesitated before climbing inside. By the look in his eyes, she knew his reference was for all those friends he’d lost in the war. She turned and she too saluted the soldiers in the sky. “Adios motherfuckers.”
He smiled warmly at her. “Thank you.”
She kissed his chin. “No, thank you.”