Absolutely Maybe by Lisa Yee

Author:Lisa Yee [Yee, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

It’s Sunday. I have the day off since Jess and I don’t work week-ends. Sammy’s San Francisco gig went well. He just wanted to chill, but Twig talked him into taking her to Catalina Island for a couple days. Sammy invited me, but I told him I had to work tomorrow. Twig beamed when she heard this.

Ted’s back from Las Vegas and we’re going out to lunch. He’s even talked Hollywood into taking some time off to come with us.

“Mademoiselle . . .” Hollywood bows as he opens the back door of the Rolls. He’s such a nerd. On the seat is a Viva Las Vegas snow globe that’s as big as a cantaloupe.

“That’s yours!” Ted looks pleased with himself. “I was going to get you jewelry, but this seemed more you.”

“You look different.” Hollywood reaches for his Super 8. “What did you do?”

“Beeeep!” Ted shouts. “What is no makeup and no baggy clothes?” He’s always wanted to go on Jeopardy! “Why the makeover?” Hollywood asks from behind the camera. “Not that it isn’t an improvement.”

Ted turns around to check me out. “She looks a thousand times better! Now if only we could do something about the hair.”

“I’ve always liked the hair,” Hollywood says. “It’s spunky. Very Sid and Nancy. Not many people could carry that off. You have to have a certain joie de vivre.”

“What’s joie de vivre?” I ask.

“It’s French for love of life” Hollywood explains as Ted maneuvers down the street.

“Ah, franfais” Ted says with a contented sigh. “I’ve always felt a kinship toward the French. They have excellent pastries. Speaking of tarts, don’t you think Maybe’s hair color is over the top?”

“Anything’s better than my hair,” Hollywood says glumly. “One time I went to one of those barber colleges where they’ll cut your hair for free just for the chance to practice on a real person. Only everyone refused to work on me. Maybe’s hair is a product of her own creativity, even if it does look weird.”

“STOP! Do you idiots realize that I can hear you?” I shout.

As Hollywood and Ted continue critiquing my appearance, I look out the window and watch the coast whiz past. It’s like an endless postcard. Hills and tall palm trees on one side, beaches swarming with bronzed sunbathers and surfers on the other.

Since I started working on the taco truck, I’ve stopped wearing makeup. It just melts off anyway. Out of habit I put on a Benito’s shirt every morning. Jess also lent me some shorts, which I have to admit are more comfortable than jeans when you’re working in what’s essentially a metal box on wheels. The small portable fan does little to cool us off. When customers aren’t looking, Jess and I stick our hands into cups of crushed ice.

By the time we get to Santa Monica, Hollywood’s talking about his student film competition again. “It’s a big deal.” He pauses and then says, “A REALLY big deal.” He raises his eyebrows for emphasis.

“Miss de la Tour won big in Vegas,” Ted informs us.

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