that little escape hatch in his mind. Slam, bam.
You're sure? he goes, sounding like he's just swallowed a bunch of sand.
I'm sure.
He's like, what do you want to do?
The thing about Skip is that, even though he's an asshole, he's also a gentleman. Actually, a lot of the assholes I know are gentlemen. Or vice versa. Dickheads with a family crest and a prep-school code of honor.
I go, I need money.
How much?
A thousand. I can't believe I ask him for that much, I was thinking five hundred just a minute ago, but hearing his voice pisses me off.
He asks if I want him to go with me, and I say no, definitely not. Then he tries to do this number about making out the check directly to the clinic, and I say, Skip, don't give me that shit. I need five hundred in cash to make the appointment, I tell him, and I don't want to wait six business days for the stupid check to clear, okay? Acting my ass off. My teacher would be proud.
Two hours later a messenger arrives with the money. Cash. I give him a ten-dollar tip.
Saturday night Jeannie and Didi go out. Didi comes over wearing the same horrible surfer shirt she's been wearing all week and her slept-on, unwashed, really gross Rastafarian hair. But she's still incredibly beautiful, even after four days without sleep, and guys make total asses of themselves trying to pick her up. Her Swedish mother was this really big model in the fifties, and Didi was supposed to be the Revlon girl or something, but she didn't manage to wake up for the shoot. Jeannie's wearing my black cashmere sweater, her grandmother's pearls, jeans, and Maud Frizon pumps.
How do I look? she goes, checking herself out in the mirror.
Terrific, I say. You'll be lucky if you make it through cocktails without getting raped.
Can't rape the willing, she says, which is what we always say.
They try to get me to come along, but I'm doing my scene for Monday's class. They can't believe it. This shit won't last, they go. I say, this is my life, I'm like trying to do something constructive with it, you know? Jeannie and Didi think this is hilarious. They do this choirgirl thing where they both fold their hands like they're praying and hum “Amazing Grace,” which is what we do when somebody starts getting religious on us. Then, just to be complete assholes, they sing, Alison, we know this world is killing you, which is kind of like my theme song when I'm being a drag.
So I go, They say you're nothing but party girls, just like a million more all over the world.
They crack up.
After they finally leave I open up my script, but I'm having trouble concentrating, so I call up my little sister at home. Of course the line's busy and they don't have call waiting, so I call the operator and request an emergency breakthrough on the line. When the operator cuts in I hear Carol's voice, and then the operator says there's an emergency call from Vanna White in New York. Carol immediately says Alison in this moaning, grown-up voice, even though she's three years younger than me.
What's new? I go after she gets rid of the other call.
Same old stuff, she says. Mom's drunk. My car's in the shop. Mickey's out on bail. He's drunk, too.
Listen, do you know where Dad is? I go, and she says last she heard it was the Virgin Islands but she doesn't have a number either. So I explain about my school thing and then maybe because I'm feeling a little weird about it, I tell her about Skip, except I say $500 instead of $1,000, and she says it sounds like he totally deserved it. He's such a prick, I go, and Carol says, yeah, he sounds just like Dad. And I go, yeah, just like.
Jeannie comes back around nine on Sunday morning, a shivering wreck. I give her a Valium and put her to bed.
She lies in bed stiff as a mannequin and says, I'm so afraid, Alison. She is not a happy unit.
We're all afraid, I go.
In half an hour she's making these horrible chain-saw sleep noises.
Thanks to Skip, Monday morning I'm at school doing aerobics and voice. I'm feeling really great. Then sense-memory work. I sit down in class, and my teacher tells me I'm at a beach. She wants me to see the sand and the water