sunshine.
We both took our sweet time getting ready, neither one of us wanting to go. So here we sit with the van all packed. Rockyâs asleep in the front seat surrounded by coffee-stained maps, lipsticks, an empty cooler and my music. Even the toenails are done. I look down and wiggle a few.
âI guess we should hit the roadâhuh?â I make a smoke ring that catches in the wind, then disappears.
âThe sooner we do, the sooner weâll be back, I should think,â Ruby adds with the gusto I need.
âDo you feel anything weird? Or is it just me?â
âI feel wonderful, actually,â Ruby says as smoke puffs out her nose. âJust wonderful.â
âMe too, I guess. The weird feeling is actually the newness of finding all this here,â I say, opening my arms wide. âBut I think we smoke too much and if we intend to live this cottage-by-the-lake life of God only knows what, wellâ¦maybe we should try to quit.â
âIâve smoked on and off for the last hundred years and I honestly canât imagine quitting,â Ruby stammers uncertainly. âIt is rather expensive though.â
âNot to mention the smell. How about we quit?â I stand up, fling my cigarette butt to the ground and grind it out with my chunk heel. Hands on hips. Knowing full well Ruby loves a challenge.
âI have so few bad habits left, darling, I just donât know.â Ruby looks her burning cigarette over skeptically. âI think I need one horrid, icky habitâjust one.â
âIf Iâm quitting, you are too and thatâs that.â My painted fingernails drumming on hips now.
âWellâ¦I could find some other terrible habit. I mean, if youâre going to put it that way.â Ruby drops her cigarette and stamps it out with the dainty point of her designer sandal.
We hop in the van, pull the doors shut and off we chug. The van slips through the trees, down and around and back through the way we came, all to the sounds of Connie Evingson singing âFever.â Snapping along to the beat, we ease through the gate, lock it behind us and head off to the ferry-boat landing. Not looking back once.
In line ahead of us, waiting in designer fashions, are Fat Kid and Lipstick. This time heâs munching his way through a bag of potato chips while sipping soda out of a huge straw. Sheâs delicately worrying an apple, taking small, feeble nibbles so as to maintain her perfectly applied lips. I look over at Ruby and we bust out laughing.
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Weâve been driving for about an hour, smooth and easy. Rocky is still asleep in his basket. Iâm sure heâs dreaming of all the creatures he munched, crunched, chased and then dragged into the kitchen to present as gifts.
Right outside the city limits of Rice Lake, I turn to Ruby. âAbout this smoking thingâ¦the quitting part, I mean.â
âLetâs start stopping smokingâ¦â
âNext week!â We both say in a burst of energy that makes us laugh.
Before you can say âEau Claire, Wisconsin,â both of us are taking deep cancerous puffs while rolling down the windows. Chris Isaak croons over the speakers, âBaby Did a Bad Bad Thing.â I know that smoking is bad, but hellâitâs not that bad. Is it?
âSoâ¦whatâs the plan?â Ruby asks, smoke slipping out her nose.
âFeels weird huh?â I say and Ruby nods. âLike weâve been gone for weeks.â
âYou know, I havenât felt this sure in the longest time. Itâs really very simple. Movingâ¦starting over, but at my age itâs usually to a nice assisted-living apartment.â
âFor Godâs sake, youâre not that old.â
âSo true, so very true.â She hands me a Reeseâs Peanut Butter Cup all unwrapped, then pops one in her mouth too. With goo sticking to her gums, she admits, âThese are really very tasty. Iâve
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