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Ally threw one of her cones at The Moron and it hit him in the chest. At this, Willie grabbed me and started to pull me away.
Splat!
Ally threw Willie’s cone. It hit Goon Gary in the shoulder.
Not to be outdone (even though it was a sacrifice—dark chocolate with dark chocolate chunks was the best), on the trot and being pulled by Willie, I aimed my cone at The Moron, and as he’d turned and started after us it nailed him in the belly.
We all jumped into Willie’s Nissan Pathfinder. Goon Gary and The Moron gave up on us and headed to the BMW. Willie started up before we had our belts on. He took off and we rocketed from the curb. Ally hadn’t yet seated herself and she was tumbling around the back seat in a crinkle of bags that were our take from the Lucky and Levi’s stores.
I saw Rosie and The Kevster on foot, flying down the sidewalk.
“Stop!” I shouted to Willie. “Pick them up.”
“Fuck no,” Willie responded.
“Stop!” I screeched, my voice shrill, looking back at the BMW on our tail. “We can’t let Wilcox have them!”
About a quarter of a block past the running grunge gods, Willie stood on the brakes and we all flew forward. The BMW swerved to avoid us and shot by.
Proof positive that men would do anything to stop a woman from yelling.
Ally threw open her door, leaned out and shouted, “Get in!”
Rosie and The Kevster jumped into the SUV. There was more crinkling of shopping bags then Willie took off.
Everyone was silent. All you could hear was Rosie and The Kevster’s heavy breathing.
Willie broke the silence.
“Lee owes me big time for this.”
I didn’t know if he was talking about the mall or the grunge invasion of his Pathfinder.
Likely both.
* * *
If I had knownI was going to go to Lee’s offices that day, I would have chosen my outfit more carefully.
Dawn was again wearing designer.
I was wearing my cutoff jean shorts, an Air Force blue T-shirt withUSAFAin white on the front (even though the man I loved was honorably discharged from the Army, I was an equal opportunity military supporter) and blue flip-flops. After three orgasms and a fight with Lee that ended up with me admitting I loved him, I was spent. Creating an Indy Outfit was beyond my capabilities. I hadn’t even bothered with a belt.
Willie, Ally, Rosie, The Kevster and I invaded Dawn’s pristine reception space and she looked at us in horror. Rosie still had the ice cream “O” around his mouth and remnants of the drip on his hand, too rocked by recent events to attend the basics. At the best of times, Rosie and The Kevster weren’t overly bothered with personal hygiene, and these were far from the best of times.
“What now?” Dawn asked.
At Dawn’s greeting, I wondered briefly if Lee knew what the word “cordial” meant.
“We need to talk to Lee,” Willie said to Dawn.
She looked at Willie and her face changed. Willie was hot and Dawn was in heat, so she tucked away the attitude and gave him a brilliant smile.
“I’m sorry. He’s in a meeting.”
“Tell him we’re here,” Willie went on.
“I’m sorry, but when he’s in a meeting, Lee says—”
