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She twirls in front of the mirror a couple of times and then shrugs. “I trust you guys. And Lynn, itisuncanny. You and Devon are more alike than you think.”
I scowl. I'm nothing like that dick. I really don't see what they mean.
Jane taps my shoulder. “We just think that if only you would stop hating each other for five minutes, you’d see how similar you are in temperament and in the way in which you see the world… you never know, you might even become friends.”
I snort. “Friends? Me and that stuck-up, obnoxious jerk, never!”
“Hey!” Sookie thumps me on the arm. “My brother is nothing like that, Lynn. I really don’t understand why you dislike him so much…”
I sigh. The reasons are so many that a week wouldn’t be enough to compile an acceptable list. "Anyway, I still don't see the funny side of the story."
Jane shakes her head. "Well, my friend, the funny thing is that we have been talking about it."
Oh, no, I don’t like where this is going. “About what?”
"About why you guys hate each other's guts so much," Jane elaborates, a silly grin playing on her lips as she pulls down the zip on Sookie's dress.
"And now we have a theory," Sookie sing-songs going back into the stall to change.
“Care to share it with me?”
They don’t say anything to that and just start to laugh again.
In between giggles, I hear Sookie’s voice. “We can’t!”
“It will mean tampering with our study,” Jane says, nodding solemnly with her best science-teacher air, but then she spoils it starting to chortle again.
“Really, Janie, if studying my interaction with that jerk is what passes now for science, Boston’s school system is more rotten than I thought. I feel sorry for your eighth-graders.” I shake my head.
I'm starting to get annoyed at their antics. Usually, I'm not such a grumpy bitch, but that is not the case if I've dealt with Devon within the last twenty-four hours. He gets me testier than the worst case of PMS.
"Ouch!" Sookie comes out wearing her light beige top and a pair of skinny jeans that I could never fit in with my hips, and when I see she's still giggling, I give her the stink eye.
“Stop it. Both of you,” I grumble.
She looks at Jane. “What do you say, J?”
Jane raises one dark red eyebrow, her golden-brown eyes glinting mischievously. "I'll say it's denial."
Sookie nods, folding her arms in front of her. “Denial. I agree.”
They both chuckle.
I pick up my bag from the counter and put it back on my shoulder. “What are you talking about? Did you already start drinking while I wasn’t watching or something? And Denial? Denial of what? Why would I be in denial? Denial my ass…”
They stop laughing for a moment to look at each other, and then Sookie stares me down seriously. "I rest my case," she says, leaving me puzzled.
What the fuck are they talking about?
* * *
I step awayfrom the mirror and give myself a long critical look.
I’m not wearing much makeup —I never do— but this should be different enough to mark the occasion as special. I traced navy eyeliner on the rims of my eyelids to bring out the light blue sub-tones of my gray irises, applied a generous dose of mascara and some colorless powder over my nose and forehead to avoid unwanted shininess and finished with a dash of lip gloss.
I was going for understated but sultry, and I think I didn't do too badly.
The question is, why does it matter so much?
