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“Yo, Lolly, it’s Dan from the gym.”
My heart thundered.
“I have a woman here who insisted I call you to come and pick her up.” There was a pause.
“Memphis,” he said.
When I heard Lolly’s hysterical laugh, I could picture her blonde hair falling around her face as she doubled over laughing. This was exactly the type of gossip she lived for.
He hung up the phone. “She’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
My relief just about converted my bones to jelly. “Thanks.” I turned and walked out of there as quickly as my heels could manage on the highly polished tiles.
I suffered fifteen minutes of constant humiliation from the walking traffic before Lolita drove up, tires squealing, in her Jeep Cherokee.
“Get in, you crazy bitch.” Her boisterous laugh bordered on hysterical.
I climbed in, and it took all my resolve not to sink beneath the dashboard.
“Holy fuck, babe, you’re a riot. Did you get caught?”
“Just drive.”
“Okay, but you know the rules. I want all the details.”
Lolly cackled all the way to her house, and it wasn’t until we were nearly there that I began to laugh with her.
Fortunately, the time of day meant that Lolita and I would have her house to ourselves. The situation was embarrassing enough without having to explain myself to Calvin or her kids.
Once we arrived, Lolly went straight to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of bubbles.
“Lolly! It’s only nine o’clock.”
“So? This is a special occasion. Come, sit. I want to hear all the juicy details.” She tugged two glasses from the cupboard and ignoring my objections, she popped the cork on the champagne bottle.
I sat, and despite my initial resistance, I reached for the glass and gulped it down. My only hope was that the alcohol would settle my churning insides.
“Can I at least borrow some clothes?”
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She launched around the table at me and tugged open my coat. My reaction was way too slow, and before I knew it, Lolly was ogling my breasts.
She broke into fits of laughter. “You’re fucking naked.”
“Yeah!” I rolled my eyes. “That’s why I need clothes. Please!”
“Not until you tell me everything. Come on, you’re killing me.”
She was impossible to argue with, which may be one of the reasons why I loved her so much. I’d come to realize over the years that having an older sister figure like Lolita in my life was important to me. The struggle had been learning to share everything with her. Most of my life I’d spent hiding my feelings. It took me a long time to appreciate the benefits of sharing what churned up my insides.
“I had the most amazing morning.” I sipped my champagne, which was going down ridiculously well, considering the time of day.
“Was he hot?”
“Mmmm, I wouldn’t say hot. No.”
She cocked one beautifully formed eyebrow at me. “Was he sex on a stick?”
“No, I wouldn’t say that either. He was a poet?”
