Riptide Summer by Lisa Freeman

Author:Lisa Freeman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sky Pony Press
Published: 2017-04-17T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Honey Girl

Jerry Richmond seemed to know every hot dog place in LA. His other favorite, The Hot Dog Show, was in the Palisades—not too far from Coco’s. It was crazy crowded. Jerry squeezed the van next to the VPMs’. We were about to have a major tailgate party. The lineup set up backrests and towels. One of the VPMs had a kerosene lantern and an oversized umbrella.

Since Jerry was buying, I ate two chili dogs with tons of onions and fries. I chewed with my mouth open, pushing ostrich feathers out of the way, and gobbled up french fries. “This is living,” I told Jerry.

I loved breaking The Rules. As far as I was concerned, girls can eat in front of guys. And besides, Jerry and I were just friends. Being kind of gross was how I kept it that way.

Between you and me, I was on such a high after outsmarting the cops that when Jerry finally drove me home, I took my shoes and knee socks off and placed my feet strategically on the dashboard. The rule is: always smell good, but I say:

Let him get a whiff of these babies with that super sniffer of his.

This was the beginning of the New Rule Revolution. My tootsies reeked. I spread my toes wide to let the wind tickle through them, and I kept a beat to T. Rex as we curved down Chautauqua. I even stuck one foot right in Jerry’s face and laughed, shifting my weight to avoid the lump of the pills still in my shorts.

It dawned on me as we drove toward 33 Sage that no one but Lord Ricky knew about the stash I had. The question now was: What was I going to do with it? I sure as hell wasn’t going to give it back to him, so he could dose some other unsuspecting girl.

“Julie is kind of neat,” Jerry said. “Do you think she’ll make it in?”

I couldn’t believe he was asking about the lineup. But he was right. Julie was cool. She had passed with flying colors.

“It looks really good for her.”

“I like her butt,” Jerry said. I slapped his shoulder and pushed him to one side. He continued, “I never noticed how much you guys, I mean, you girls, have to go through. It seems like you have to deal with so much. I’m not going to take my eyes off that Ricky Lord. And don’t you either. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I wasn’t looking forward to going home. I felt that irreversible sadness when I thought about 33 Sage. It made me feel empty.

When we got there, I noticed a shady-looking Mustang parked in front of my house. A guy was slouched down in the driver’s seat. His bare arm dangled out the window. A cigar burned bright between his fingers. It smelled good. I was jonesing so bad for a cigarette. I would even have smoked a stranger’s stogie.

Jerry, being Jerry, pulled right up to the car’s bumper with his brights on before he even realized there was someone in there.

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