Plastic Girls by Spencer Maxwell

Author:Spencer Maxwell [Maxwell, Spencer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Void Press
Published: 2019-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Five

Lola goes home after the meal. My mother offers games —Scrabble, Password, Family Feud After Dark—but Lola declines. She says she has to get up early tomorrow and she should really hit the hay. I walk her to her car.

“That went really well,” I say. “Surprisingly well.”

“What did I tell ya? I’m a professional.”

“I guess you are.”

She winks at me. “You’ll get there, kiddo. In a few more years, you’ll be amazed at the social skills you possess.”

“God, don’t call me that. I’m an adult. I mean, I can go home with you if you want. I don’t have a curfew. I know I live with my parents and all—”

Lola laughs. “No. Geez, you’re cute. I really do have to get up early in the morning. Without me, the company would implode.” She laughs again. “We’ll have plenty of time to replicate what we did on our last date.”

My body tingles at the mention of that.

“Okay,” I say, trying to stay cool. I really do want to go home with her. I’m divided between that and finding out what my mother and father thought about Lola. But I can read the signs: Lola’s not interested in another late night of sexcapades. She wants rest. And I can respect that. “Well, thank you for coming over for dinner—even though I didn’t approve it.”

She reaches through the window and brushes a thumb down my jawline. “Even better. I caught you in your natural habitat. What better way to get to know someone, right?”

I nod, but I also roll my eyes, like my mother is so apt to do.

“Good night, Melanie. Thank you for the food.” Lola leans forward, her lips puckered. I can’t resist.

I kiss her.

Smiling, I say, “You’re welcome.”

Then she’s started her car, backed down the driveway, and out of the neighborhood, her taillights fading in the darkness.

I suddenly remember it’s probably not a good idea for me to linger out here, with the Mannequin Man potentially stalking me.

As if on cue, a police cruiser creeps by.

Klonowski’s got many eyes on the house, on account of me.

I raise a hand in their direction. I can’t see if they wave back. It’s certainly not Klonowski. He doesn’t ride in a cruiser. He has his own car. And he’s probably at home, drinking beer and watching the Indians or something.

I go back inside, feeling safer.

My parents are waiting for me, both of them smiling like they’re in a cult.

“I like her,” my mother says. “She’s a sweet girl.”

“Smart, too,” Dad adds. “Good choice.”

“You met her where?” Mom asks.

“Hospice,” I say. “Her grandma’s not doing so well.”

Mom looks down at her feet. “Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Well,” I say, “anything can happen.”

My mother nods. “It’s good to have hope. Anyway, I’m glad you’ve found a nice girl. One that both your father and I approve of.”

“Oh, c’mon, Mom. I’m not in high school anymore. I’m an adult.”

“She’s right, Sav,” my father says. “Mel’ll date whomever she wants to date.”

Mom slaps him playfully. “After that last girl you brought home for dinner, I don’t know if we can allow that.

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