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. I wasn t exactly thinking clearly last night. Lora shot me a drylook as she tugged the blankets back onto the bed. What s that supposed to mean? I scurried to the other side of thebed and found my khaki pants beside the nightstand. It doesn t mean anything.Just get dressed and get the hell out ofhere. She threw my penny loafers at me. Go out the front door.They re coming in the back, so maybe they didn t see your car. I jerked my pants over my hips and gathered my shoes in botharms. Lora, we need to Not now! If we get caught, I m grounded for life. 88 89I stood there for a second, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.Itwasn t supposed to be like this.We d done something wonderful,something we shouldn t rush away from.We should ve been in bedholding one another, talking and kissing like lovers, not running aroundlike a couple of cornered mice.As I turned away, Lora grabbed my arm. I ll call you later, Ipromise. Okay. I slipped into the hallway and tiptoed toward the front dooras fast as I could.For an instant, I thought I d left my keys on hernightstand, but heaved a sigh of relief when I found them in the sidepocket of my purse.I looked out the door to be sure the coast was clearbefore making a mad dash toward my car.I scampered across the lawn,dodging Jock s vomit from the night before, and skidded up to the car.Itumbled into the driver s seat, eased the door closed, and started themotor.In another moment, I was on my way home, but home didn t seemlike the same place it used to be.I imagined the familiar beige walls ofmy room, the outdated tawny carpeting and curtains, the yellowed 4-Hribbons taped to my vanity mirror; but those things held no comfort.That room had been mine all my life, but now it felt like a distant andlonely place, a place where I couldn t be me anymore.But I wasn t me anymore.A cheerleader with a great big grin andbruised up shoulders had changed me.She d found a part of me that noboy could ever begin to understand, a thing so baffling it made my headhurt every time I thought about it.But when I didn t think about it, whenI simply accepted it without logic or rationalization, it made perfectsense.I wasn t alone.Whether she wanted to or not, Lora Tyler nowshared my soul.I groaned when I pulled into my parents driveway.Mom and Dadwere already home from church.Great.Mom would be in the kitchenwhipping up our usual Sunday dinner of fried chicken and mashedpotatoes.She d get in too big a hurry and wind up with a mood on bythe time the food hit the table.Dad, on the other hand, would be laidback in his La-Z-Boy snoring like an asthmatic grizzly.I breezed in the back door, hoping to slip by unnoticed, but when Isaw Mom and Dad standing in the living room, still in their churchclothes, I choked.I d have to face them.They d know what I d done.They d see it on my face as surely as I still felt it in my groin. Good morning, party girl.Did you have a good time last night? Mom asked.She was busy picking a piece of lint out of Dad s hair anddidn t look at me.Small favors. 90 It was okay, I said, never breaking stride.Dad brushed Mom away from his head.He loosened his blue-striped tie and undid his collar. We re going out to lunch with theOsbornes.Why don t you put on a dress and go with us? Nah.I haven t had a shower.I stink.Besides, I ve got studying todo. I tried to slip on by, but Mom s bull crap detector must have goneoff the second I opened my mouth. Oh, come on.Your old folks aren t that bad to hang around with,are they? Mom practically sang the words as she fell in step behind me. We re going to Dutch Boy.You used to love Dutch Boy. It s okay, but I ve got to finish my comp paper, I replied,quickening my pace.I heard Dad ramble to the kitchen, his wingtipsclunking on the tile, but Mom was on my heels, her steps nearly silenton the worn carpeting. Robert called last night, she said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. I wasn t exactly thinking clearly last night. Lora shot me a drylook as she tugged the blankets back onto the bed. What s that supposed to mean? I scurried to the other side of thebed and found my khaki pants beside the nightstand. It doesn t mean anything.Just get dressed and get the hell out ofhere. She threw my penny loafers at me. Go out the front door.They re coming in the back, so maybe they didn t see your car. I jerked my pants over my hips and gathered my shoes in botharms. Lora, we need to Not now! If we get caught, I m grounded for life. 88 89I stood there for a second, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.Itwasn t supposed to be like this.We d done something wonderful,something we shouldn t rush away from.We should ve been in bedholding one another, talking and kissing like lovers, not running aroundlike a couple of cornered mice.As I turned away, Lora grabbed my arm. I ll call you later, Ipromise. Okay. I slipped into the hallway and tiptoed toward the front dooras fast as I could.For an instant, I thought I d left my keys on hernightstand, but heaved a sigh of relief when I found them in the sidepocket of my purse.I looked out the door to be sure the coast was clearbefore making a mad dash toward my car.I scampered across the lawn,dodging Jock s vomit from the night before, and skidded up to the car.Itumbled into the driver s seat, eased the door closed, and started themotor.In another moment, I was on my way home, but home didn t seemlike the same place it used to be.I imagined the familiar beige walls ofmy room, the outdated tawny carpeting and curtains, the yellowed 4-Hribbons taped to my vanity mirror; but those things held no comfort.That room had been mine all my life, but now it felt like a distant andlonely place, a place where I couldn t be me anymore.But I wasn t me anymore.A cheerleader with a great big grin andbruised up shoulders had changed me.She d found a part of me that noboy could ever begin to understand, a thing so baffling it made my headhurt every time I thought about it.But when I didn t think about it, whenI simply accepted it without logic or rationalization, it made perfectsense.I wasn t alone.Whether she wanted to or not, Lora Tyler nowshared my soul.I groaned when I pulled into my parents driveway.Mom and Dadwere already home from church.Great.Mom would be in the kitchenwhipping up our usual Sunday dinner of fried chicken and mashedpotatoes.She d get in too big a hurry and wind up with a mood on bythe time the food hit the table.Dad, on the other hand, would be laidback in his La-Z-Boy snoring like an asthmatic grizzly.I breezed in the back door, hoping to slip by unnoticed, but when Isaw Mom and Dad standing in the living room, still in their churchclothes, I choked.I d have to face them.They d know what I d done.They d see it on my face as surely as I still felt it in my groin. Good morning, party girl.Did you have a good time last night? Mom asked.She was busy picking a piece of lint out of Dad s hair anddidn t look at me.Small favors. 90 It was okay, I said, never breaking stride.Dad brushed Mom away from his head.He loosened his blue-striped tie and undid his collar. We re going out to lunch with theOsbornes.Why don t you put on a dress and go with us? Nah.I haven t had a shower.I stink.Besides, I ve got studying todo. I tried to slip on by, but Mom s bull crap detector must have goneoff the second I opened my mouth. Oh, come on.Your old folks aren t that bad to hang around with,are they? Mom practically sang the words as she fell in step behind me. We re going to Dutch Boy.You used to love Dutch Boy. It s okay, but I ve got to finish my comp paper, I replied,quickening my pace.I heard Dad ramble to the kitchen, his wingtipsclunking on the tile, but Mom was on my heels, her steps nearly silenton the worn carpeting. Robert called last night, she said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]