, Tabby breathed, “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon nothing! How about six degrees to Armando the Cliff Diver?”
“I know, huh?” Emmy exclaimed.
“Really, Tabby,” Naomi sighed. “When are you going to accept that six degrees of separation is the theory…not Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon?”
“You play the game your way, Naomi…but you know how I play it,” Tabby said. “It’s Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon to me.”
Naomi sighed and shook her head. “The whole Kevin Bacon thing with you is so bizarre, Tabby.”
Tabby shrugged. Sometimes Naomi’s brains got in the way of her ability to be lighthearted—to simply have fun. Sure, Tabby understood the theory of six degrees of separation—the concept by a Hungarian writer that any two human beings could be linked in six steps. She understood it perfectly. However, where Naomi’s consideration of the human web theory was so severe and literal, Tabby liked to operate the six degrees theory on the more entertaining level of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon—a verbal banter her mother and father had enjoyed while enduring long driving trips when Tabby was a child. The Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon concept had been birthed by three college students back in the mid-1990s. The theory that any actor could be linked to actor Kevin Bacon in six steps or fewer had intrigued Tabby’s parents so completely, they began to spend hours challenging one another to linking other actors to Kevin Bacon—especially on family road trips. Tabby, who was uncommonly interested in trivia herself, found her parents’ playful banter and knowledge of Kevin Bacon movies nothing less than purely mesmerizing. Thus, she had quietly adopted the game—silently challenging her own brain every so often, even long after her parents had lost interest in trying to trip up each other. Still, Naomi didn’t get it—didn’t see the fun in linking everyone on the face of the earth to Kevin Bacon. Yet Tabby did, and that was what was important to her.
“So,” Jocelyn began, pulling Tabby’s attention back to the conversation at hand, “Armando worked with Jagger—the Derrière-inator, as I guess we’re calling him now—who works with the brother of Professor Anthony Lowery, who’s a professor at the same college Luke attended before he enlisted,” Jocelyn said. She looked to Naomi and asked, “I mean, besides the people involved, there are, like, three or four states involved…not to mention us! So what are the odds of that, Naomi? And I mean, literally, what are the odds?”’
Naomi shook her head, however, admitting, “I have no idea, but it’s astounding in the least.” Naomi smiled at Tabby and teased, “But can Tabby link Armando to Kevin Bacon?”
“Give me time,” Tabby giggled.
As Naomi reached for Tabby’s check, Tabby shook her head. “You don’t really have to pay for mine, Naomi,” she said.
“Are you kidding?” Naomi giggled as she pulled a couple of twenties from her purse. “All the Kevin Bacon nonsense aside, the fact remains that you met Anthony Lowery! It’s way worth it.”
Tabby shook her head, still unable to truly fathom the incredible coincidences of association among her friends and the men they were each in love with or crushing on. It had to be a joke—seriously!
“Just do me a favor, girls…okay?” she whispered. “Can we just go out the other door? I don’t think I could take another episode of trying to appear cool, calm, and collected in front of Jagger Brodie right now. I get totally freaked out whenever he looks at me…and I can hardly speak if he says anything directed at me.”
Emmy giggled as Naomi and Jocelyn smiled with understanding. “I suppose we’ve put you through enough for one lunch hour.”
“Thanks,” Tabby sighed.
“What’s in here?” Jocelyn asked.
“Postcards of your Latin cliff-diving lover,” Tabby giggled as she pushed her chair back and stood up.
“Well, there they go,” David said.
Jagger turned in his