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“What did you tell her?”
“Six-ish, after all the little kids go home.”
“Might be later than that. I bet the beach will be packed the entire week because of the warm weather.”
Donja parked the silver cart, her eyes sparkling as she and Debbie descended upon the cosmetic racks, examining every product and within minutes they wound up in an argument over the ease of application of Rivithead versus Maybelline eyeliner. Obscenities began to fly until eventually a Walmart associate peeked around the corner and stalled the debate.
Debbie giggled with a hand to her mouth.
Donja simply feigned nonchalance. She snatched mascara from the rack and then once more browsed the aisle. She opted for jet black liner and metallic-blue after midnight lipstick, while Debbie chose the fierce-glam, glue on lashes and black glitter eyeshadow. They grabbed black nail polish, peel and press tattoos, hair gel and then, a fifteen-minute wait at the checkout found them scanning every magazine cover and swooning over a p
icture of Robert Patrice, heartthrob of the new vampire series ‘Trice I’ve Been Bitten.’
“Isn’t that Triks Molee with him?” Debbie asked.
“Yeah and Shelley Thibeault told me that they’re secretly engaged.”
“Surely he won’t marry her, he just can’t,” Debbie chided.
“Why not?” Donja frowned. “She’s beautiful, she’s hot, a bit gothic actually and her music’s really taking off.”
“I really wanted him and Kendra to…”
“Would you get over it already,” Donja interrupted. “She’s not into guys.”
“Well in the movie she was all over him, four kids all over him!”
“That’s just Hollywood.” Donja mumbled.
“Doesn’t matter,” Debbie smirked. “I don’t like this girl, and Triks,” she quirked her face. “What kind of name is that?”
“I like it,” Donja retorted, “it’s original and anyway, you’re just jealous because you got the hots for Roberto the Vampire,” she exaggerated the words and her eyes to match.
“Hell yeah,” Debbie scowled, “I’ll admit it, he can bite me any day of the week and twice on Sunday.” She put her hand on her hip and fired a look. “And don’t tell me you wouldn’t shit your pants if he planted his lips on your neck.”
“Girl, you are so crazy.”
“You’d part them legs in a heartbeat and you know it.”
“Mmm, careful what you wish for.”
Debbie fluttered her baby blues which shimmered behind artificial lashes. “Speaking of parting your legs, do you think Kevin’s gonna show up tonight?”
Donja ignored her. She pushed her hair behind her ears, then busied herself transferring items from the cart to the checkout counter.
“Well?” Debbie asked, waiting on a response which never came. Finally, with her lips skewed to one side, she leaned into the cart. “Don’t ignore me!”
Donja flashed a smile, which didn’t at all match the fire in her eyes. “I really don’t care.”
“The hell you don’t.” She smirked. “Just last week you were so hot for him, you almost caved, and now you suddenly don’t care. Tell me another one.”
“I was wrong about him,” Donja said, her bad girl image fading
“What do you mean?” Debbie asked, her face suddenly serious.
“I mean, that he’s accepted me leaving and not once did he say, I’m so sorry—I’m gonna miss you, or can we visit or skype, no just—do you think we could get it on before you go?”
Debbie exhaled with a huff. “That’s cold.”