“Are you over it?” I asked.
“Whatever you’re mad at Lee about… are you over it?” she returned.
Okay, guess we knew where we stood.
I turned to Tex.
“Are you driving home or am I?”
“Feel like gettin’ smashed?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Go for it.”
I ordered a spiced rum and diet and told the waitress to keep ‘em coming. I didn’t think she understood, seeing as the only English she spoke was what was on the menu, but she nodded and smiled which was encouraging.
We ordered our drinks, we ordered our pu-pu platters, we ate our pu-pu platters, then we ordered more drinks.
The pu-pu platters were whisked away and the soup was being served when Tex inquired, “What next?”
“What next, what?” I returned.
“What next, tonight?” Tex explained.
“You mean, after we eat?” I asked then answered, “We go home.”
Tex stared at me.
“Tex, it’s Girls Night Out. We talk about needing to lose weight while we drink and eat a lot. We talk about how all men are scum and lazy and useless, mostly Marianne’s ex-husband who is scum and lazy and useless and a rat bastard to boot. Last, we gossip about people pretending we’re trying to be thoughtful and caring as we rip their lives to shreds. Then we hug and go home. That’s it. Girl’s Night Out.”
Tex kept staring at me and my soup was put in front of me.
“Shit, if it isn’t Indy Savage.”
At the voice, the hairs went up on the backs of my arms and all the air was sucked out of the room by the gasps going around the table.
I turned, looked up and could not believe my eyes or my f**king, shitty, rotten luck.
Cherry Blackwell was standing behind me.
She was a tall, cool blonde. She had ice blue eyes, masses of white-blonde hair and the best body in Denver, all tits and ass. She was Barbie in human form.
She had been two years ahead of me at school and the most popular girl, bar none. Her Dad was rich, they went to Hawaii and the Caribbean on Spring Break and to exotic places like the south of France and villas in Italy during the summer.
She’d dated Lee for six months during his senior year and they were the most miserable six months of my life. He’d even taken her to prom. He’d broken up with her before graduation and I celebrated by drinking approximately half a keg at a party, passed out in the back of Lee’s Mustang and he carried me to bed (this last Ally told me, I’d been unconscious at the time, more’s the pity).
Cherry and Lee had hooked up again four years ago. They were together for three months, the last two days of their short relationship were marred by a pregnancy scare. Two more of the most miserable days of my life.
The pregnancy scare turned out to be an attempt at entrapment. During those two days, Lee was in such a foul mood, I wasn’t the only one avoiding him. After he found out she was lying, it was over and he never went back. That was the last we heard from her until a year ago.
Rumors flew that Cherry had a fling with Marianne’s husband. These rumors were spread by Cherry, which meant they were probably true. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back of Marianne’s marriage.
One more thing that was important to know about Cherry was that she was a first class, grade A prime, bitch.
“I heard you hooked up with Lee,” Cherry said to me.
“Yeah,” I told her, hoping this would be short and not too painful.