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Outrage.
What kind of piece of shit would do something like that?
I didn’t have to worry about justice, though. I could see with just one glance that Trance didn’t plan on leaving this alone.
He was a police officer, as well as a Dixie Warden.
We didn’t condone hurting women. Even if no physical violence was actually done.
“Are you ladies ready to get out of here?” I asked after another ten minutes of rocking and crying between the two women.
In answer, Adeline stood, and yanked her sister up behind her.
“Viddy, I’d like you to meet Kettle. He’s my neighbor. You’ve already met Trance. He’s Kettle’s uhh, friend?” Adeline finished on a question.
“Yeah, we’re friends. It’s nice to meet you, Viddy.” I said offering my hand.
To the blind woman that couldn’t see the hand.
Jesus Christ.
“Uhh,” I said, face flaming in humiliation.
Adeline whispered something in Viddy’s ear and Viddy’s arm raised, searching blindly for my hand. I reached for her hand, gave it a slight shake, trying my hardest not to crush her tiny hand, and dropped it.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Kettle. My name’s Vidalia. I’m Addy’s twin sister. I’m older by four minutes. It’s nice to be treated like a normal person. Next time say you’re holding your hand out for me to shake, and I’ll proceed in kind.” Viddy replied.
Trance’s eyes were shining with mirth as he sidled closer to us and offered his own hand. “My name’s Trance and I’m holding my hand out to you.”
Adeline snorted, but a smile the size of Texas lit Viddy’s face as she held out her hand for him to take. “It’s nice to meet you, too. Thank you for saving me.”
Trance didn’t let go of Viddy’s arms for a long while, as he watched the play of emotions run across the woman’s face.
“So, I guess, that means you’re riding with me, since none of us were really thinking ahead. Can you ride on a bike?” Trance asked Viddy.
I hadn’t really thought about that part of the plan, either. But it worked out as long as she would ride on the back of Trance’s bike. It wasn’t as if they were asking her to drive.
Adeline and Viddy snorted. “That’s how we got into this mess.” Adeline laughed, leading Viddy to Trance and then straddled my bike.
“You can’t just throw that out there and not expect us to be curious.” I observed dryly, as I followed in her wake.
“Feed us and we’ll tell you.” Adeline smiled widely from her perch on my bike.
Twenty minutes later, I found himself sitting at Longhorn Steakhouse with Adeline at my side, Trance, and Viddy across from me.
It wasn’t how I’d planned to spend my night, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to complain.
Trance didn’t look like he was complaining either.
“Okay, you’ve got your food on the way. Time to tell us.” Trance said, eyeing the woman sitting next to him.
“It was my fault,” Viddy began. “We were fifteen when I dared her to ride my father’s motorcycle. We hadn’t the first clue what it took to ride one. She was just going to ride it in the driveway, but she lost control and we wrecked.”
“My dad had just gotten a new motorcycle.” Continued Adeline. “It was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen, and he wouldn’t let us anywhere near it. Said it was too much for the either one of us, and refused to take us riding on it. We’d heard him and my brother talking about it a few days after he’d gotten it, and it was supposed to be some beast of a Harley that could take a crotch rocket...whatever that is... and I really wanted to ride it. So, one day after my dad had gone to work on his daily rider, Viddy and I went for a little spin. Literally.”
I hadn’t realized how horrifying it would be to hear about a teenage girl wrecking a big, muscle bike like a Harley V-rod. I’d seen quite a bit in my fifteen years of being in the emergency services, but just picturing what she was about to explain hurt to think about.
“Anyway, daddy had this old five speed motor under the front porch covered in a tarp. It was hoisted up off the ground by a cherry picker by about two or three inches, but the angle of the shifter was pointed out instead of up.” She said swallowing a drink of her coke that the waiter had just set down. “Well, I spun out in the middle of the driveway. I wasn’t really sure how to drive a bike, but I’d done pretty good until it kicked up and started shooting the both of us forward. Things get a little fuzzy after that, and I only remember what I’ve been told.”
