says as I gently put her on her feet. I push her to arm's length to figure out why she's saying that. She looks the same as she always had. Maybe there's a little more of her, but even so, she's still the mouthwatering girl I've known all my life.
Some days I wonder what it will take to boost her self-confidence. God knows I've done everything in my power to show her how luscious and desirable she is.
Bunny settles on the bench next to my mother and finally answers her question.
"I got back a couple of days ago," my best friend says. "And I'm here to stay. I got a job at the hotel."
My mother slides her plate over to her while I take a place just across the table from them, next to my father who's taken two bites of his burger and set it aside.
"Come on, Cracker," I tell him pointing at his plate. "You can do better than that." He growls at me, but when my mother moves his food back in front of him, he doesn't push it away.
I leave my two parents to their staring match. A long time ago, I gave up trying to understand their weird relationship. No matter how long I study psychology, I'm pretty sure I won't get it.
Ignoring them, I turn my attention to Bunny and just looking at her brings a smile to my face. Happy flashbacks come to my memory, and I'm pretty sure she can read it in my eyes, ‘cause she blushes as she raises her eyes from her plate to look at me.
She shakes her head slowly and winks. Yeah, she knows what I'm thinking about. We were each other's testing grounds when we were young. Experimenting all kinds of stuff with her was mind-blowing. We would talk to each other and share our thoughts without any inhibition. Anything one of us wanted to try, the other was game for. Some days, when I remember what I let her do to me, I shudder, but then it was nothing more than what I was doing to her, so how could I have possibly refused?
"Any news from the bitch?" Bunny asks.
My mother sighs and mumbles, "Language, dear."
Years of habit kick in and Bunny answers, "Sorry, Deb." It's fascinating how my mother's kept her authority over all those who grew up while she was the ruling queen of the Iron Tornadoes’ compound.
"Funny you should ask," I answer. "I actually ran into her while in Miami last week. She was driving some slick new car with her two and half brats in the back."
"Two and half?" Bunny raises a questioning eyebrow.
"Yeah, two boys and a poodle," I explain.
"She did you a favor when she dumped you," Cracker declares before taking another bite.
"You're probably right," I admit. It took me a long time, but I got over it. In hindsight, I realize that her dumping me hurt my ego more than it actually hurt my feelings, but at the time, I was devastated. I drank myself into a stupor for an entire week until Bunny came back from college for spring break and forcibly pulled my head out of my ass.
Bunny nods and suddenly stops chewing. She turns pale and stands abruptly.
I think I hear her say, "Oh shit, not again!" as she rushes away from the table.
My mother looks at my father and says, "I guess it's true, what they're saying." My father grunts back, which basically means he has no clue what she's talking about, but he'll be damned if he'll admit that he's no longer on top of all the club's gossip.
Turning to me, my mother asks, "What are you still doing here? Someone's got to hold her head so she doesn't knock herself out heaving over the bathroom seat!"
Fuck, she's pregnant! I reach out for my mother's water bottle, grab a handful of napkins and dart out of my chair in pursuit of Bunny. She hasn't gone far. I find her by the front door of the main building, both hands on the wall of the building, retching miserably.
"Go away," she grumbles. "I don't want you to see me like this. I look horrible."
I pour water on a napkin and answer, "No, you don't, honey bunch. You should know by now that to me you'll always look sexy."
"Oh, Everest, if only you knew."
She turns and looks at me. Her eyes are
Some days I wonder what it will take to boost her self-confidence. God knows I've done everything in my power to show her how luscious and desirable she is.
Bunny settles on the bench next to my mother and finally answers her question.
"I got back a couple of days ago," my best friend says. "And I'm here to stay. I got a job at the hotel."
My mother slides her plate over to her while I take a place just across the table from them, next to my father who's taken two bites of his burger and set it aside.
"Come on, Cracker," I tell him pointing at his plate. "You can do better than that." He growls at me, but when my mother moves his food back in front of him, he doesn't push it away.
I leave my two parents to their staring match. A long time ago, I gave up trying to understand their weird relationship. No matter how long I study psychology, I'm pretty sure I won't get it.
Ignoring them, I turn my attention to Bunny and just looking at her brings a smile to my face. Happy flashbacks come to my memory, and I'm pretty sure she can read it in my eyes, ‘cause she blushes as she raises her eyes from her plate to look at me.
She shakes her head slowly and winks. Yeah, she knows what I'm thinking about. We were each other's testing grounds when we were young. Experimenting all kinds of stuff with her was mind-blowing. We would talk to each other and share our thoughts without any inhibition. Anything one of us wanted to try, the other was game for. Some days, when I remember what I let her do to me, I shudder, but then it was nothing more than what I was doing to her, so how could I have possibly refused?
"Any news from the bitch?" Bunny asks.
My mother sighs and mumbles, "Language, dear."
Years of habit kick in and Bunny answers, "Sorry, Deb." It's fascinating how my mother's kept her authority over all those who grew up while she was the ruling queen of the Iron Tornadoes’ compound.
"Funny you should ask," I answer. "I actually ran into her while in Miami last week. She was driving some slick new car with her two and half brats in the back."
"Two and half?" Bunny raises a questioning eyebrow.
"Yeah, two boys and a poodle," I explain.
"She did you a favor when she dumped you," Cracker declares before taking another bite.
"You're probably right," I admit. It took me a long time, but I got over it. In hindsight, I realize that her dumping me hurt my ego more than it actually hurt my feelings, but at the time, I was devastated. I drank myself into a stupor for an entire week until Bunny came back from college for spring break and forcibly pulled my head out of my ass.
Bunny nods and suddenly stops chewing. She turns pale and stands abruptly.
I think I hear her say, "Oh shit, not again!" as she rushes away from the table.
My mother looks at my father and says, "I guess it's true, what they're saying." My father grunts back, which basically means he has no clue what she's talking about, but he'll be damned if he'll admit that he's no longer on top of all the club's gossip.
Turning to me, my mother asks, "What are you still doing here? Someone's got to hold her head so she doesn't knock herself out heaving over the bathroom seat!"
Fuck, she's pregnant! I reach out for my mother's water bottle, grab a handful of napkins and dart out of my chair in pursuit of Bunny. She hasn't gone far. I find her by the front door of the main building, both hands on the wall of the building, retching miserably.
"Go away," she grumbles. "I don't want you to see me like this. I look horrible."
I pour water on a napkin and answer, "No, you don't, honey bunch. You should know by now that to me you'll always look sexy."
"Oh, Everest, if only you knew."
She turns and looks at me. Her eyes are
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