next.â Amera motioned me toward the counterâher eyes still half-closed. Amelia refolded her arms and let out a hostile sigh. âAmelia. Be patient, my God. You are such a brat. Ouch!â
âIâm so sorry,â said the Lancôme lady.
Amera held her palm to her left eye. âYou poked me in the eye with the liquid liner, seriously, bitch!â
âI am so sorry,â she said again, staring as I approached the counter. âHi, I mean, whereâs your boyfrâ?â She bumped a small blush display, and it went crashing to the floor.
âLucy! What the hell is wrong with you?â the twins yelled.
Lucy was on her knees, attempting to clean the broken blush from the marble-ish floor, but she was only making it worseâswirling the pinks into the violets, creating a tie-dye effect. Her head was down, and she kept mumbling, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ¦â
âSheâll be all right. Her eye needed a good poke,â Amelia snickered.
âShut up, stupid.â Amera bent forward to look into the lighted magnifying mirror. Her eye was bloodshot, veiny, and surrounded by black stuff.
âNo, not you. You.â Lucy pointed at meâstopping the twins in their tracks. âIâm a good person. I love the Lord, really. I go to church and I have black friends.â She stood and placed her hands on my shoulders. âI even let a few black women come to my house for Bible study. Every Wednesday!â
âLucy, sheâs not black. What the hell are you talking about?â
Tears fell from Lucyâs eyes, leaving black streaks on her stark-white cheeks. Waterproof, my ass. âNo, not her. Her boyfriend.â
âNo! Oh, God no. Itâs my broâmy ⦠exchange family brother, Alex.â I attempted to laugh it off.
Lucy pulled back, still holding on to my shoulders. âBut you said thatââ
âNo, no, no, Miss Lucy.â I eased her hands away. âYou must be confused. Heâs not my boyfriend.â
The twins laughed.
âShe would never date that loser. She has Joshua Anderson chasing her around,â said Amera.
â The Joshua Anderson of Anderson Toyota, Jeep, Dodge,â added Amelia. âPlus, we donât mix in Montgomery.â
âWait,â Amera said. âDo you mix races in ⦠wherever youâre from?â
I shifted from one foot to the other. All three of them gawked at me, anticipating my answer like it was really important. âRight on the border of Kansas and Missouri. Most people donât realize they share Kansas City.â There was a long pause as they continued rubbernecking me.
âWell?â Amelia pressed.
âNot really.â
âSee! She would never date a black.â
Lucy took a step back. âBut the way you actedâ¦â
âI acted? You asked for it, lady.â I cleared my throat, realizing I was raising my voice. âI mean, you were pretty unpleasant.â
âKat!â said the twins.
âSheâs married to our cousinâs uncle or whatever.â Amelia patted Lucy on the upper back.
Ameraâs gaze was fixated on the magnifying mirror. âSheâs practically family, Kat. Chill out.â
âYou just called her a bitch.â
âLike I saidâpractically family.â Amera backed away from the mirror and kissed Lucy on both cheeks. âIf this gets infected, Iâll sue.â Lucy bowed her head and mouthed additional apologies. She, too, kowtowed to those ninety-pound twinsâeveryone did.
We walked toward the exit. âI have to go to the little girlsâ room. Wait here,â Amelia said before jogging back to the Lancôme counter.
A few minutes later, Amelia tossed a Gus Von March bag at my chest. When I opened it, the Lily Pulitzer outfit and eighty-dollar water bra were inside.
I stopped. âI canât take
Danielle Steel
C. M. Steele
Savannah Stuart
Marie E. Blossom
Thomas Bernhard
Ray Kingfisher
Marliss Melton
Kylie Logan
Tamara H Hartl
Betsy St. Amant