Okay, I’ve been flirting with kleptomania again, but at the rate Roz is going, I didn’t see much choice. May posting it is serve as a firecracker up the literary buttocks.
“Just get out!”
“You’re just going to dump us here?”
“Get out before the light turns green!” From the passenger seat, she thrust a white bag at Susan and directed, “Give this bag to Dolores.”
“Dolores! Now get out! The light’s going to turn!”
Stupefied, we did as instructed. Although it would have been simple not to do so, defying Ginny ranked right up there with playing in traffic. If you valued life, there were some things you just didn’t do.
The window lowered, and her head craned out. “It’s supposed to be a beautiful day. Enjoy it! But for Pete’s sake, behave yourselves!”
And the blue van sped off. It didn’t appear to be shaking with laughter, but still, I figured it was.
It was barely nine-thirty on a Saturday morning, a Lesbian Adventure Club day, and there we were: dumped at a stoplight under a highway overpass on the city’s outskirts.
We gaped down the street until the van disappeared from sight.
Laura queried, “Did you ever notice how they always get rid of us?”
As custom dictated, we exchanged inquisitively pissy glances.
“Yeah, last time they had us running all over town.”
“Yeah, and the time before that, they had us running all over the county.”
“You’re right, babe.”
“They don’t like us very much, do they?”
All eyes, all hanging jaws aimed again down the van-less street.
“All right, so what do we do?”