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later?”
    “Fry, you do
realize the actors who played Ben, Hoss, and Little Joe are all dead, right?”
Great Voice Guy asked carefully.   By the slight gasp, I decided most likely
Fry had not, in fact, realized the Cartwrights were no longer with us.  Fry had
many talents, but logical thinking was not counted among them.
    “Luke, uh, look
man, I’ll be right back.  I have something in my eye.  Damn ragweed,” Fry said
quietly, followed by shuffling footsteps.
    Luke!  That’s who
the deep, sexy voice belongs to?  Stoner Luke from high school?  That’s right. 
Fry said something yesterday about Luke’s uncle.  I scanned my brain trying to
remember if Luke had that great voice in high school.  The fact that I couldn’t
remember convinced me he definitely did not.  Fortunately, Mother left for the
light fixtures a few minutes earlier and told me to join her when I was
finished eavesdropping.  Since I heard Fry move in the opposite direction, I
leaned toward the edge of the row to get a glimpse of former Stoner Luke who
had apparently transformed into Great Voice Guy.
    Just as my head
was almost close enough to peer around the corner, BAM!  I felt as if a
rock-hard wall had slammed into me.  I was knocked on my keister and my A-line
skirt scrunched up, barely reaching the top of my legs.  I tried to
simultaneously blink away the lights that flashed behind my eyeballs, pull my
skirt back down to PG-13 length, and attempt to stand.  The degree of
difficulty for a triple coordination play like the one I just described takes
years of practice to pull off successfully.  I’m afraid I wasn’t having any
luck on this particular day, and I’ve had tons of practice.  Please don’t try
this at home.
    I concentrated on
clearing my focus by staring at what I’d run into.  Turned out it was a rock
hard body instead of a wall.  It was making apologetic noises and extending a
hand to help me stand.  When I was able to zoom in on the face, I realized it
was the Luke-guy, a.k.a. Stoner Luke from high school.  What had Fry said about
him yesterday – that he had been in the Peace Corps?  The same incredibly smokin’
brown eyes that were regularly glazed over back in high school were now clear, focused,
and full of concern.  Top that off with the broad shoulders that filled out a
navy blue shirt tucked into form fitting khaki pants, and you have an idea of
the hunk (I mean guy) I was facing.
    “I’m sorry!  My
mind must be somewhere else, because I didn’t see you until – are you okay?”
Luke wanted to know.
    While my focus was
still swimming toward the light, I enjoyed the deep voice as two, no three sets
of those beautiful brown eyes towered above me.  Wow, one voice with three
heads – interesting.  At that moment Fry rounded the corner, apparently having
heard the body slam.
     “Maggie, are you
all right?  Come on.”  Fry took my arm that was not currently in Luke’s
possession.  “We’ve got you,” he assured me.
    Once I was on my
feet, I tried to tell them I was fine but couldn’t think of any words – I mean NOTHING. 
As I stood there with my mouth slightly open but not yet having located any
verbal skills, Fry made the introductions.
    “You remember
Maggie from high school, don’t you?” Fry asked and moved on without waiting for
an answer.  “She’s also one of my bosses.  Remember, I told you I was working
at that shop, right?” he asked Luke while staring at me, probably trying to
figure out what exactly was wrong with me.  “And Maggie, you probably don’t
recognize my bud here, but this is Luke.  I know.  I was floored when I saw him
too.  He cleans up pretty good, huh?”
    All the time Fry
was talking he was watching me closely.  I got the impression he was trying to
figure out if I suffered brain damage from the collision.  I tried not to stare
at Luke.  He was so tall and gorgeous I didn’t think that was a reasonable
expectation.  I don’t like to