âOh, please.â
Via Spiga. Pliner. Pelle Moda. I had done some serious damage to my charge card, all in the name of therapy. My bookends knew me better than I knew myself. Still, I denied every singlepair of shoes I had in these bags, and the three pair I had already taken to the truck.
They let me know that Tony had been calling all over looking for me. He had been home, my husband had seen the pictures. After Iâd left Ladera, Iâd gone by Frankieâs place.
I said, âFrankie, you really should close your livingroom windows at night.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
Last night I was going to stay with her. Iâd called and there was no answer. As I was heading down her walkway, the sweet sounds of a McBroom woman living in pleasure, on the edge of ecstasy, came to me. And unless Sharper Image made talking vibrators, I heard Frankieâs lover too, their passion slipping out into the night.
I said, âYou sounded like a damn cat with its tail caught in the door.â
Frankie cursed me for busting her out like that.
Tommie laughed. âFrankie, you know your butt be woo woo wooing.â
I said, âShe didnât make it to the bedroom, Tommie. She was in the living room with the damn windows open.â
âWhatever,â Frankie snapped. âAll you had to do was knock, Livvy.â
âAnd your friend wouldâve thought he was getting a two-for-one.â
âHell, I couldâve used some help.â
I asked, âWho was over there riding you like the Lone Ranger?â
Frankie wouldnât reveal the identity of her orgasm donor.
Tommie asked, âWas it the fugly man?â
Frankie cursed Tommie out, then Tommie tried to tell me about Frankieâs blind date, about her running into some guy she used to be crazy about. The phone wasnât even up to my ear, all of their words going out into the wind. I wasnât up for this kind of conversation.
I looked at my watch, then lied to them, âGotta go. Teaching a class.â
Frankie said, âKind of late in the day to have a class.â
âLook, Iâm working so . . . guess Iâll call you back when I get some free time.â
Frankie asked, âWhat do you want me to tell Tony if he calls again?â
âTell him itâs not your problem. Thatâs goes for you too, Tommie.â
Tommie responded, âOkay, okay.â
âTell Tony itâs not your problem.â
âI understood it the first time.â
I let them go, took a few deep breaths, then headed outside.
I stopped underneath the sign for the JCPenney package pickup, a few feet away from the Salvation Army people who were ringing bells at every entrance. My eyes went to the sky. Darkness was sitting on the city. I looked at my watch and waited a few more minutes. I was dressed in all black, a dozen bags at my feet. First a Mexican lady passed by, her child in a stroller. Then a man passed by with his child on his shoulders. This time last year I had baby fever so bad, it was ridiculous. I knew it was my time. They were all over the mall. Some of them were pretty cute. Pisses me off to think I was sitting up with Tony, having that âletâs get pregnantâ conversation and he already had a bastard on the way.
A black Nissan pulled up and slowed down. He waved. I waved back. It was him. Had to be. Not many black people were down this way.
My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, like I had told him.
He said, âBird?â
I smiled. âCarpe?â
He laughed. âLet me park.â
âOkay.â
I rocked from foot to foot, bounced my Gap and Banana Republic bags against my leg. He vanished down at the end of the lot, near the golf course. Right after he disappeared, a red Miata slowed down by me, another shopper looking for parking. The back window had been torn, maybe slashed, then repaired withduct tape. Convertibles always made me smile and
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