CONNIE

He didn’t think they would tell him where he could find Connie or give him a phone number for her, but, he was going to try. And suddenly there it was! Lying on the side of the driveway! A slightly wrinkled 8”x10” flyer about a New Year’s Eve party, with Connie and that big bastard, and some other people. Mineola, Texas? I’m the accomplished bass fisherman. I’m the one that should be out there partying by big bass heaven! Evan turned back to his truck. He looked again at the flyer. A New Year’s Eve party, huh? He had his answer. He knew where to find her now. She had him actually feeling sorry for her when she left him high and dry. He had let her off easy. Every time he looked at that advertisement for the New Years Eve party, he saw her laughing at him! He had Becky around for a short while, when Connie left, but she was even lazier than Connie. She told him she was not his mother and she wasn’t cleaning after him all day, and he slapped her across her face. He remembered what she said. “There’s something really wrong with you! If it is true that you had a woman that put up with you for 12 years, she must have truly loved you! You need to fall on your knees and beg her to come back, because you aren’t ever gonna find another woman that will put up with you! You’re crazy!” “All Becky had to do was lose a few pounds. She wouldn’t do it! Well, I fixed her good! I’ll fix Connie too!”