Honey and Leonard

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his arms. He was barefoot and still in his pajamas. "What on earth are you doing here? How did you get out? Where are your shoes?"
    "Piece of cake," he said as he kissed her hard on the lips and hugged her tightly around the waist. "Bed check is at nine and my room is on the first floor. They don't lock the windows. No one will know I'm gone until breakfast."
    "Did you forget your shoes?"
    "No, they make too much noise. I didn't want to go clip clopping down the sidewalk."
    "Get in here before anyone sees you."
    Leonard stumbled and had to catch himself on a chair as he came into the living room.
    "What's the matter?" Honey asked. Leonard was not a clumsy man.
    "Oh, I'm sorry, Honey. They've been drugging me up pretty bad in there. They keep making me take pills I don't even know what they are. I think they're putting something in my cottage cheese. It doesn't taste right and they serve it with every meal, even breakfast. I'm telling you, I had to get out of there. And I had to see you."
    "You are a sight for sore eyes," Honey said. "You look a little tired but you're still your same old handsome self. You know they won't even let me come see you? They're still saying I poisoned you." Honey paused and helped him into an upholstered armchair. She held his head in her hands and put her nose to his nose, "What are we going to do now? If you're on the run and I let you into my house, that makes us both fugitives."
    "Oh, no, I know. I don't want to get you in trouble."
    "Too late for that," Honey said. "I've been in trouble with you since our first kiss at the Halloween benefit party for the United Way. Remember how you danced us behind the pillar and took my breath away?"
    "Like it was yesterday. You came as Marie Antoinette and I came as a scarecrow. It wasn't even a date. We met at the party. We spent a lot of money that night trying to out-donate each other."
    "It was for a good cause," Honey said, kissing him again.
    "What do we say?" Leonard prompted.
    "Love is grand," they said together.
    "I never knew it could be this good," Leonard said as he kissed her again. "And you always taste so good."
    "I just brushed my teeth," Honey laughed. "Lucky for you."
    Leonard laughed with her and then fell silent.
    "What are we going to do, sweetie?" Honey asked.
    "I've been thinking a lot these last few days. I don't like what they've done to us, keeping us apart and all. It's not right. It feels like the police have taken over the world. This never would have happened in the old days."
    Honey waited for him to continue.
    "Your lawyer came to see me a couple days ago. Nice guy, good dresser, but he says this mess could take weeks to clear up. I'm not ready to wait that long. So, I've been thinking. Maybe it's time you and I take a little trip."
    Honey gasped in amazement, "I've been thinking the same thing. I'm tired of people telling me what to do. I'm sick to death of this little town. I can't even go shopping anymore without people looking at me like I'm some kind of criminal. Even Doty doesn't want to go out with me. Besides, I've been stuck here since 1946. I'd say that's more than long enough."
    "You know we're going to have to leave the country because of all this legal mess," Leonard said. "We need to go someplace where they can't find us."
    "They can't find you incompetent if they can't find you at all," Honey said.
    "Let's go to France," Leonard said. "I always wanted to go there. My friends went there because of the war, but I couldn’t go because I had to stay home and farm."
    "Let's go to Paris and kiss on the top of the Eifel Tower!" Honey nearly shouted.
    Leonard kissed her like they were already there. Then he released her, took a full step back and said, "Now, wait a minute. Before we really do this, we'd better talk it over. We could both end up in jail."
    "I'm starting to feel like this little town is nothing but one big prison cell. The last time a man swept me off my feet I ended up in North Manchester, Indiana. It
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