The Delivery by Mara White

Author:Mara White [White, Mara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780989670746
Amazon: 0989670740
Publisher: Heightsbound
Published: 2015-01-28T06:00:00+00:00

“I’m not going out tonight. I’m gonna sleep this off and pretend like it never happened.”

“Don’t even say that!” Tommy says as he thawaps me on the shoulder with the back of the paddle brush. “We’re leaving tomorrow. This is our last night together!”

As if we’d been friends for ages. As if we’ll even ever see each other again. I’m just about to tell him that they’ll have more fun without me when the hotel door flies open and in bustles Rocco with Coco in tow decked out in full club regalia right behind him.

“Smile, ma Cherie! I bought fresh churros!”

So I, of course, give in because my friends are so cheerful and genuinely bent on me having a good time. I let Tommy dress me up until I look like some kind of psychedelic pin-up girl from 1950. At least we wear the same size. I just pretend it’s Halloween and I’m wearing a costume and my costume is kind of X-rated and not something I would, in real life, ever be caught dead in. But who needs a lot of clothes when it’s ninety-five degrees out and you’re heading to a foam club?

We eat fresh churros dipped in smooth cajeta, which Coco says is caramel made from goat’s milk. It sounds disgusting but what it tastes like is heaven. I chew more pills, drink more drinks and restrict myself to one line of coke, while my counterparts do many, many more than I can count.

We leave the hotel at quarter-past eleven. We get street tacos as Coco says, “to equilibrate our bellies.” I’m wearing sneakers with my slut costume to this bacchanal because I didn’t bring any streetwalker shoes with me to Mexico. Go figure.

We stand huddled around the taco cart that has a bright orange tarp flung haphazardly over the top. Our group, a giant burp of color in an otherwise tame and regular, taco-consuming crowd. I have to look down at my plastic plate while I eat because the bald light bulb on the cart against the black Tijuana sky is making my brain hurt. I’ve got twenty different shades of red darting behind my eyes.

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