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“One word. Gummies!” Roxie shouted. “Four words. Give up the bong.”
“I’m never giving up my baby!” Annette screeched (so she wasn’t that deprived of oxygen), still at the paloverde tree.
We hustled in the back door only to see Shanti, Willow, Lucia and Tex all standing by the bench in front of the lockers, staring down at the laptop sitting there.
Willow looked to us. “That’s Trev’s.”
We all gathered around as Jessie asked, “You know Trev’s laptop?”
Willow pointed.
We looked at the laptop.
It had a sticker on it over the Apple logo that was the outline of a woman’s behind, from waist down to butt, down to upper thighs. She was wearing a thong. The top of the thong said Fuck Me.
Yup.
It was Trev’s laptop.
“How did Homer get Trev’s laptop?” Raye asked Jessie.
It was Lucia who answered.
“He said to give it to you. He said he heard word on the street you were looking for it.”
“Oh my God, that’s so crazy and also so cool!” I cried.
“Totally righteous,” Ally agreed.
“This doesn’t answer the question of how he had it,” Raye remarked.
“Gift horse looks you in the mouth, you don’t spit in his eye,” Tex boomed.
Good advice.
“Should we call the police?” Willow asked.
“Heck no,” Luna said. “Lucia, do we have any latex gloves?”
Luna looked at her like she was crazy because, yeah, she worked in a kitchen. She often wore latex gloves.
“I’ll get them,” Shanti offered, and dashed to the kitchen.
Lucia wandered after her, and there it was. That was all the excitement Lucia felt like putting up with in a day.
Shanti came back and handed the gloves to Luna.
She snapped them on then squatted by the laptop, and we all held our breath as she opened it and hit the on button.
“Nothing happened,” Annette, who, in the meantime, had returned.
“It’s probably out of juice,” Luna said while straightening.
“Anyone have a charge cord?” Ally asked.
“Not me,” Raye said.
“Not here,” Shanti said.