wait for the Hamptons. We fly up on daddy's plane tomorrow. You should come. You can see what a wonderful couple we will be, first hand."
She opens the door to her locker, "He won't like me coming none. But obviously, I can't very well let you go on up there alone. Not now that we all know where he likes to put his penis."
I choke, "You're vile, Angelina Palatino." My stomach sinks.
Evil crosses her lips with a grin that almost always means trouble. Scratch that, it always means trouble. "I have an idea…"
I shake my head and put my books in her locker, cutting her off, "No." I walk away. "I'll be over for tea after my nap."
"You never like my ideas."
I wave backwards.
"Think about California. I still think we got something there, girl. Say hi to Ramón for me."
I shoot her a scowl and notice the way her face is saying something I can't understand. I roll my eyes at her, "No. Ramón ain't your type."
She laughs. She ain't putting her hands on my best friend in the whole world.
Ramón is sitting in the car waiting. He looks positively drenched in sweat.
He jumps out and opens the door for me.
"Good afternoon, Goddess."
I smile and offer a slight bow before I climb in. "Good afternoon, sir Ramón."
He jumps in and starts the car. I tie on my kerchief and open the window. It's hot and sweaty with my back against the leather seats. The Lincoln doesn't have the stretch our other cars have. Ramón looks back at me. His skin is tanned from the hours he spends waiting around for my family, at our varying functions. His dark hair is matted to his leathered face.
"You have a good day?"
I nod, "I suppose. It's awfully hot though. There ain't a breeze in the whole state I don't think."
"Tis true, but you can't be saying ain't like that. You know your momma would tear the skin right off your back with a word like that. She already cutting your calories so much, I'm getting worried at how skinny you getting."
I smile at him, "Lordy, you're good for my self-confidence."
He shakes his head and passes me back a package. My fingers tremble when I open it. The starvation makes me so hungry I can barely grip things sometimes. Inside the foil is a turkey sandwich with all the fixins. The first bite is heaven. I almost choke, taking such large bites. My stomach instantly starts to grumble and scream. The bites land in my belly and I feel instant relief.
His dark eyes in the mirror watch me eating, "How long since she let you eat a real meal?"
I shake my head, "Lemon water for the last three days." My words come out in mumbles and mouthfuls.
His dark-red lips press tightly together, "I'm gonna poison her one day; y'all need to know that shit."
I laugh and swallow the first half of the sandwich like a snake eating a whole mouse.
"Ya still gotta eat like a lady, pigness." He hands me a thermos. I crack it and drink the sweet tea right from the thermos instead of using the lid.
"Where did you get this?" I ask and take another scrumptious bite of the soft white bread, stuffing, cranberry sauce and turkey sandwich. I get a hint of Havarti cheese and moan into the bite.
He laughs at me, nearly rubbing the sandwich all over my body.
"Mrs. Mercer, down the road from my friend Joe. She owns a bakery and makes the best-damned sandwiches in the whole state. I buy them from her in secret. I pay double; she ain't allowed to sell me anything I don't eat there. Your momma is watching everyone else. She knows if even a cracker is missing."
I finish the meal off and rub my hand over my belly that instantly has a food bump. "As soon as I marry, I'm gone. I don’t have to worry anymore. I'm going to get fat and eat everything I see."
He laughs, "Oh no you ain't. You and me, we be running everyday still. You'll see, you'll be able to run further with constant food."
I scowl and yawn, "I'm too tired to talk about running, baby."
"You having troubles sleeping again?"
I meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and nod.
He shakes his head. "I
She opens the door to her locker, "He won't like me coming none. But obviously, I can't very well let you go on up there alone. Not now that we all know where he likes to put his penis."
I choke, "You're vile, Angelina Palatino." My stomach sinks.
Evil crosses her lips with a grin that almost always means trouble. Scratch that, it always means trouble. "I have an idea…"
I shake my head and put my books in her locker, cutting her off, "No." I walk away. "I'll be over for tea after my nap."
"You never like my ideas."
I wave backwards.
"Think about California. I still think we got something there, girl. Say hi to Ramón for me."
I shoot her a scowl and notice the way her face is saying something I can't understand. I roll my eyes at her, "No. Ramón ain't your type."
She laughs. She ain't putting her hands on my best friend in the whole world.
Ramón is sitting in the car waiting. He looks positively drenched in sweat.
He jumps out and opens the door for me.
"Good afternoon, Goddess."
I smile and offer a slight bow before I climb in. "Good afternoon, sir Ramón."
He jumps in and starts the car. I tie on my kerchief and open the window. It's hot and sweaty with my back against the leather seats. The Lincoln doesn't have the stretch our other cars have. Ramón looks back at me. His skin is tanned from the hours he spends waiting around for my family, at our varying functions. His dark hair is matted to his leathered face.
"You have a good day?"
I nod, "I suppose. It's awfully hot though. There ain't a breeze in the whole state I don't think."
"Tis true, but you can't be saying ain't like that. You know your momma would tear the skin right off your back with a word like that. She already cutting your calories so much, I'm getting worried at how skinny you getting."
I smile at him, "Lordy, you're good for my self-confidence."
He shakes his head and passes me back a package. My fingers tremble when I open it. The starvation makes me so hungry I can barely grip things sometimes. Inside the foil is a turkey sandwich with all the fixins. The first bite is heaven. I almost choke, taking such large bites. My stomach instantly starts to grumble and scream. The bites land in my belly and I feel instant relief.
His dark eyes in the mirror watch me eating, "How long since she let you eat a real meal?"
I shake my head, "Lemon water for the last three days." My words come out in mumbles and mouthfuls.
His dark-red lips press tightly together, "I'm gonna poison her one day; y'all need to know that shit."
I laugh and swallow the first half of the sandwich like a snake eating a whole mouse.
"Ya still gotta eat like a lady, pigness." He hands me a thermos. I crack it and drink the sweet tea right from the thermos instead of using the lid.
"Where did you get this?" I ask and take another scrumptious bite of the soft white bread, stuffing, cranberry sauce and turkey sandwich. I get a hint of Havarti cheese and moan into the bite.
He laughs at me, nearly rubbing the sandwich all over my body.
"Mrs. Mercer, down the road from my friend Joe. She owns a bakery and makes the best-damned sandwiches in the whole state. I buy them from her in secret. I pay double; she ain't allowed to sell me anything I don't eat there. Your momma is watching everyone else. She knows if even a cracker is missing."
I finish the meal off and rub my hand over my belly that instantly has a food bump. "As soon as I marry, I'm gone. I don’t have to worry anymore. I'm going to get fat and eat everything I see."
He laughs, "Oh no you ain't. You and me, we be running everyday still. You'll see, you'll be able to run further with constant food."
I scowl and yawn, "I'm too tired to talk about running, baby."
"You having troubles sleeping again?"
I meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and nod.
He shakes his head. "I
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