with sweat. Her hair and clothes were sopping with it.
âItâs always been that way,â she said, not looking at me. âI guess it has something to do with the accident. I donât know why; I canât remember it. But itâs the only explanation I can think of.â
After that I did not tax her with it. The fear had been a terrible thing to see.
âSorry,â I said, on that blistering day. âItâs just been so damned hot, and it wonât let up, and I think dressing for this meeting is the silliestâ¦â
âLook out!â Cecie cried, and I wrenched the car to the left and a short, thick figure scuttled back onto the curb. I slammed on brakes and pulled up at the first of Randolphâs two traffic lights and glared at my victim. My heart was pounding, and my ears rang.
âSorry,â the girl sang out, and smiled gaily. âThatâs a pretty car. I wouldnât mind being hit by that car.â
Cecie and I simply stared at her. The street corner was momentarily empty. In the merciless white light of afternoon she was grotesque, there was no other word for it. She was very short,almost as short as Cecie, but massive and square. Her head was large and appeared larger because of an appalling permanent that looked as though she had fashioned for herself a helmet of well-worn Brillo; it slid into her shoulders with only a passing nod to a neck. Her face was large and her eyes, behind quarter-inch-thick pink harlequin glasses, swam like a bugâs. All her features sat in the middle of her face as though drawn there by a first-grader. Her nose was pugged far past pertness, and her eyebrows almost met over her eyes. She wore, incredibly, a ruffled, off-the-shoulder red peasant blouse and a flowered, ankle-length skirt over many crinolines, and her non-waist was cinched in with a red elastic belt. She wore red high-heeled pumps on feet that, Cecie said later, looked like Alley Oopâs, and red earrings that dangled from her lobes to her shoulders. She resembled nothing so much as a dwarf peering out of a heap of clothing tossed on the sidewalk by a Gypsy. Her voice was an affected trill. Looking at her was like looking at something both comic and sad, as clowns have always seemed to me. I wanted to avert my eyes.
âIâm sorry,â I muttered. âI was going too fast.â
âNo, it was all my fault, really,â she shrilled merrily. âIâm such a silly. It would serve me right if you had hit me.â
I could think of nothing to say to that, and felt my heart swell with gratitude when the light changed. I gunned the MG away from there.
âBye,â I heard the crystal tinkle. âI hope we run into each other again!â
Her hooting laughter followed us like a demented terrier.
âLordy, I hope not,â Cecie breathed. âDid you see that outfit? With my luck sheâs probably going to be in every class I have from here on out.â
âNot a chance,â I said, looking uneasily in the mirror. The squat heap of red flowers was still there on the curb, looking after us. âItâs predestined that sheâll be my lab partner.â
âDonât let the sun set on yuh head in Randolph, pahdnuh,âCecie drawled. âThis here town ainât big enough for all of us.â
The chapter meeting was just as bad as it had promised to be, and lasted just as long. Heat and fatigue and pre-rush jitters made us all whiny and picky and contentious, and we fought over every bid we tendered, and over the costumes for most of the skits, and the refreshments for all the parties, and the allotment of duties. We finished with the preferred bids and started on the legacies. Fortunately there were not many that season; our president, Trish Farr, had only a handful of recommendations and photographs to pass around, and discussion of each was perfunctory. Even the objectors could not work up a full head of
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