Playground: A Childhood Lost Inside the Playboy Mansion by Jennifer Saginor

Author:Jennifer Saginor [Saginor, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: General, Biography & Autobiography
ISBN: 9780060761578
Google: 6kGA2yHWIrsC
Amazon: 0060761571
Publisher: It Books
Published: 2006-05-30T00:00:00+00:00

Playground

It’s almost morning. The haze begins to clear when we go to Ed

Debevic’s, a twenty-four-hour diner in Beverly Hills. Kendall,

Austin, and I chill in a corner booth. The decor is pure camp with

red booths and checkered floors.

“So, what are you going to tell Hef ? I mean, where does he

think you are?” I ask Kendall.

“Not with you, that’s for sure. He thinks I’m with Austin and

Jamal. He knows Jamal’s gay, so he doesn’t care. I’ll just say I got

drunk and crashed at his house,” Kendall answers.

“Where’s Hayden?” asks Austin.

“He left me to become famous in some European shithole,” I

tell them. “I hope he catches gonorrhea.”

“Typical self-centered asshole,” Kendall chimes in.

The waitress puts plates of omelets in front of us and I look

down at mine and can’t conceive of eating anything. The thought

of food is so disconcerting. We decide to leave and on the drive

home Kendall holds my hand, squeezing it every few seconds. I feel

a tingling sensation run through me as she presses her fingers into

my palms. Most of me wishes we could sleep next to each other

just for the night so I could feel the warmth of her body next to

mine, a comfort and closeness surpassing the realm of sexuality:

it’s a deeper connection I am searching for and have somehow

found in Kendall. But I know the simple fact that we are out to-

gether is risky and my heart pounds as the limo drops me off at the

side of the house. Kendall whispers, “Call me tomorrow.”

“ ’Bye, hon.” Austin throws air kisses from the back.

I make my way toward the front door and decide to chance it

with the alarm. I turn it off and quickly run in, holding my breath

as the numbers make a beeping noise. I wait to hear Dad’s footsteps

coming from his bedroom door, never knowing when he will wake

up. Nothing happens. All is silent. I tiptoe upstairs to my room.

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At school, I’m chilling alone on the second-floor patio as friends in

side ponytails, rolled-up sleeves, and ripped sweatshirts breeze by

me but I barely notice; I am consumed by thoughts of Kendall.

I’m talking to Troy up at the Mansion.

“Are you sure my dad’s not there?”

“Girl . . . he left. I saw him drive off the property myself.”

“You’re a cool cat, Troy. I owe you, big-time.”

“Who takes care of you, babe?”

We hang up and I leave school, arriving at the Mansion to

show off my new rooster-bang haircut, sleeveless Breakfast Club

T-shirt, and Molly Ringwald earrings. Kendall skips down the stair-

case in tight cotton pants and a white tee without a bra.

“C’mon, we’re going to the beach,” she says, and pulls me out

the door and into my Mercedes.

David Bowie is on the radio as we head down Sunset, holding

hands in the car. I keep looking in my rearview mirror, paranoid

that we’re being followed.

“So, did Hef ask where you were going?” I ask hesitantly.

“He knows I need to get out for a while. I get claustrophobic in

that house all the time,” she answers.

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