Bad Weather: A Dez Roubideaux Novella by Paul Austin Ardoin

Author:Paul Austin Ardoin [Ardoin, Paul Austin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pax Ardsen Books
Published: 2018-11-08T07:00:00+00:00

Dez took her jacket off when she went upstairs and couldn’t get the musty, damp smell out of the room. Her jacket wouldn’t be able to dry out completely tonight, she knew. Southern California wasn’t built for this kind of rain.

She saw Exodus Nights on her nightstand.

Dez sighed. She wasn’t sure what Frankie or Jennifer was or wasn’t, or who she was, or what she did, but it was clear that she was very passionate about the writing of Frank Bethany—whoever he was and whatever he did. She picked up the book and turned it over, looking for clues. She thumbed through the end pages until she found the acknowledgments, but there was no Jennifer mentioned in the long list of thank yous. Just for good measure, Dez checked for the name Frankie too—no luck.

The call of the book was still strong, however, and she decided to read some more of it before she went to bed. She looked at the clock; it wasn’t even nine. She thought about her Friday; she only had one class, and that was at nine o’clock, and there wasn’t anything due. She should probably get started on the term paper—it was a class called Legal Analysis of Police Actions, which had sounded yawn-inducing, but had become one of the most interesting classes she had taken during her four years at Long Beach. It was a good thing, too; not only did she need it to graduate, but as her only Friday class, it might have been very easy to skip if it weren’t so interesting.

She took off her clothes and put on a pair of soft flannel pajamas. They had been in a care package from her mother. She had invited her mother out to visit, hoping to convince her to eventually move, as there was, Dez thought, no future for her in Lake Charles, but a fear of the unknown and an aversion to flying had kept her mother at home.

Once she had her pajamas on, she considered a moment: television—she had missed The Cosby Show, but had over an hour before L.A. Law came on—but thought that Exodus Nights had probably exerted its pull over her enough to win over television this evening.

She called down to Rhonda, who was watching the final scenes of Martin, that she was heading to bed. Rhonda shouted something back, but not loud enough for Dez to hear. She assumed it was caustic or sexual in nature. Perhaps it was both; Rhonda was getting skilled at that.

She went into the bathroom, removed her glasses, and took off her makeup. Her face was very close to the mirror, and with her flat nose, wide-set eyes, and dark, short, tightly-curled hair, she wondered what Frankie saw in her. She had purposely made herself less feminine since leaving for college; once she realized that she wasn’t the only lesbian on the floor of her dorm, never mind the university—the school actually had a group that met twice a month—she started

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