My Fairy Godmother is a Drag Queen by David Clawson

Author:David Clawson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sky Pony Press
Published: 2017-05-02T04:00:00+00:00

As soon as I reached the elevator, I realized I probably should have told Kimberly I’d be waiting outside, because when she stayed to get the advice which J.J. had sent us there for, which I fully expected her to do once I’d returned to sanity, well, I was going to look like even more of a fool than I already did. See, Buck, this is why there’s a lot of good to be said about being uptight and repressed, I thought to myself.

But then the weirdest thing happened. Kimberly ran up and threw her arms around me. And although her face was still wet with tears, a huge smile graced it. “That was awesome!”

Gratitude for her support only briefly tempered the mortification that continued to wash over me as I repeatedly hit the elevator button, as if that would somehow make it come more quickly. I kept checking in the direction of Cacciatore’s office suite, half-expecting her to come blazing out with some sort of automatic weapon trained on me.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“What are you apologizing for? You totally defended me.”

“But what’s J.J. going to say?”

The realization only briefly clouded her brow, before she shook it off and said, “Well, whatever he says, it’ll be my turn to defend you, if that’s what needs to happen.” She smiled at me with a pert, determined nod.

Luckily the elevator came right then, because her response had caused me to feel the first pricks of tears and a tightening in my throat. For maybe the first time in the five and a half years since I’d first met her, I had an inkling of what it felt like to have a sister. Could my timing have been any worse?

As we rode the elevator down, I didn’t say much, basically struggling to stay afloat while I tried to process everything that had just happened to me in the last fifteen minutes. Apparently oblivious, Kimberly stood beside me humming “My Favorite Things” from The Sound of Music. At first I found this odd, but when I considered that maybe she was thinking of Kiki Cacciatore in place of, “When the dog bites, when the bee stings,” I suddenly found it very endearing. Being more the type to worry and stew, I admired anyone who could bounce back that swiftly.

When we exited the building, the Kennerly limousine was still waiting outside for us. Since the throng of reporters and photographers had been so thick outside our house all day, J.J. had arranged for his security people to get us safely to the meeting with Kiki (if only we’d thought to bring them up to her office with us). He usually preferred to take the subway or a cab, not liking the pretensions associated with having a limo and driver, but this day had been far from usual.

No sooner had we settled ourselves in than the car phone rang, and after the driver answered it, he told us to pick up the back extension. Kimberly and I exchanged uncomfortable looks.

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