Missing Mr. Wingfield by E. Christopher Clark

Author:E. Christopher Clark
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780999404416
Publisher: Clarkwoods

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Dudes Lining Up Cause They Hear You Got Swagger

They crept in through the side door a few hours later, Tracy and her two best friends in the world. Tana came first, buxom as Brünnhilde, with a voice to match, only the missing valkyrie’s helmet keeping her from looking the spitting image of that archetypal fat lady. Then came Tori, a lean and sinewy Odette, a self-described ugly duckling that, now that she had the love of Tana, felt like the swan she dreamed of dancing on stage.

“So,” said Tana, “where did whatshisname—”

“Tucker,” said Tori.

“Where did Tucker run off to?”

It had all been going so well, from the moment he had pulled his parents’ SUV into Tana’s driveway to the moment, on their way back from Provincetown, when Tori had volunteered to take the wheel so that Tucker and Tracy could sit in the back. And then it had been going even better, in that backseat, as they drove home down Route 6, as they rolled by Tracy’s house with the lights out and the car in neutral and parked down at Red River Beach. It had all been going so well, until:

“He forgot the condom,” said Tracy.

“Oh my God,” said Tana. “Seriously, you cannot do this.”

“He went to go get it,” said Tori. “It’s not like she was going to—”

“No,” said Tana. “She can’t do it at all. If he’s too dim to remember the condom—”

Tracy groaned, exasperated. “Has it occurred to you I picked him because he’s dim?”

Tana sank into the center-stage chair, rolling her eyes. Tori still stood, dumbfounded. “Oh, Trace,” she said, “that’s not why, is it?”

“You’re the smartest kid in our class,” said Tana, “an amazing writer, and a sexy-ass bitch to boot. You deserve better than insert tab A into slot B.”

Tracy sat on the coffee table, leveling with this girl she’d known since the move down the Cape all those years ago. “Yeah,” she said, “well, if I don’t start with tab A, I’m never going to get to X, Y, or Z now, am I?”

Tori asked, “Did you really pick him because he’s dumb?”

“I picked him,” said Tracy, “because he’s here. And because he’s not from here. Because he saw the sexy-ass bitch before the virtuous valedictorian.”

Tana reached for Tracy’s knee and squeezed. “Give someone some time and they’d see the sexy, too.”

Tori sat behind Tracy on the table and wrapped her arms around her friend. “I mean,” she said, “I understand where you’re coming from, but—”

“Wait,” said Tana. “How do you understand where she’s coming from?”

“What I meant was—”

“We’ve been sleeping together,” said Tana, “since the sixth grade.”

“We were not ‘sleeping together’ back then,” said Tori. “We were just sleeping together.”

“Oh my god,” said Tana. “Speaking of dim.”

“Guys!” said Tracy. “Tucker and I is going to happen. Please get over it.”

“Okay,” said Tana, “fine. Your funeral. But where?”

“Where?” said Tracy.

“I believe,” said Tori, “she wants to know which floor of the theater you’ll be using, so that she and I can abscond to the other.

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