Frieda looked to Jada. Jada looked to Bobbi Sue. Bobbi Sue kicked Angie and Angie swore…before they all looked at me and then over to Reggie. Now, what I was going to do about our fearless leader and her angry texting attack, I had no idea.
The six of us made up the first, and probably only, Talbot’s Peak "Doomed Love Club". We're really a support group for lonely unmated women, but we're still in our angry phase.
“Ah, Reggie…” My hesitation was duly warranted when out came one hand in that not now kinda way while the other continued to type furiously. Her gum cracked louder and louder, twisting the knickers of every one of us. We all suffered from the same inability to withstand those rubbery snaps, but Reggie knew that all too well. It was no small feat that I pretended not to notice the flying bird she shot my way…some of us were angrier than others.
“Reggie!” I tried again with less hesitation. I was gruffer, pushing down that part of me that wished I was anything other than the little green log sitter. Were I wolf; I could bite her in the ass. Were I cat; I could scratch her eyes out, but no, the most I could do is sting her with my extra long tongue. Once again, I felt cheated by nature.
“Not friggen now, Greely. Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Of course I could see. We could all see Reggie’s typical post-Valentine's Day breakdown. The holiday of love was hard on us all, but where we came together looking for support—Reggie sought absolution for her actions.
February 14th was a love and lust filled day—dinner and dancing, flowers and chocolate and couplehood joys abounded throughout Talbot’s Peak. Decorative hearts filled windows of the stores on Main Street, restaurants offered special meals, and the newly opened supper club was filled with dancing and love.
February 15th and beyond were the days of regrets…
“Did you cheat again, Reggie?” Angie asked with her innocent doe eyes squinted up with disgust.
“Of course she did,” laughed Jada. “She’s a Ho’.”
“Screw you, buffalo butt,” Reggie squealed. “At least I get some!”
“Ladies, Ladies…show some decorum.” Frieda, ever the Queen, acting as though she was as pure as newly fallen snow. She forgets that I met her for the first time over in one of the pleasure clubs rooms beating the pants off of the rest of the table while she sat fully dressed collecting their money.
And then there’s me, Greely De’reebit, remind me later to tell you how crazy my folks were for naming me that, picking up the lovely, but easily scared Bobbi Sue off the floor and praying that today is the day my prince will come…
~Whew~ It's posted! LOL this flash comes straight from the noodle...very little by way of editing, mostly just me spewing the thoughts and words from Greely and the gals of the Doomed Love Club. Not sure why they gave me such a hard time except that they truly are still in their angry phase. ~wink~
Have a great weekend!