to. I’d be lost without my sissy and my little Care Bear, and Petal too. She’ll love it. Listen to her bark. She is totally diva material.”
I thought about what she said. It was true that when the three of us went anywhere, it was she that everybody looked at, but I wasn’t sure if it was true that I couldn’t be a queen or a star too. After all, I was the Kelleher. She might have had a one of a kind face and body, but I was pretty too, pretty and a Kelleher. I decided to file my thoughts away for later.
Playing along with her, I took out my lipstick and held it up to her mouth like a microphone. “Tell me, Miss Marin, what are the disadvantages as you see them of commercial flight?”
She tossed her head and lowered her eyes. “Well, Barbara, and first let me say thank you sooo much for choosing me as one of the ten most fascinating people of this year - good call - the reason I hate commercial flight is because I just looove the Mile High Club, but, Barbara, commercial jet bathrooms are so tiny that it really takes the fun out of the whole experience, don’t you think so, Barbara? I mean, come on, all those world leaders you interview, especially President Clinton … ” Milan slowly licked her lips and laughed.,“ … you must be a frequent flyer in the Mile High Club yourself.”
Christy and I both screamed with laughter. Later on, though, after Christy fell asleep, I wanted to ask Milan if she had ever been with a guy for real. I wanted to tell her about Jeff. She was my best friend but I didn’t know how she’d respond. She was so beautiful, glittering with her other-worldly confidence, that I just couldn’t do it.
Somehow I knew the whole losing your virginity in the mental ward scenario wasn’t the kind of thing Milan would find hot - pathetic, yes; hot no - so I never told her. I thought I’d wait, wait for the right guy to come along, someone really gorgeous and cool, a Milan-approved boy. When he showed up, he and I would have what she called movie star sex and I would bask in her rarely given approval.
I still don’t know if back then she knew what that even meant, movie star sex. I don’t know when she gave it up. She’s funny that way. Everybody thinks that she talks openly about everything and it’s just the opposite really. As for me, I don’t think I know what movie star sex is, not even now. But back then, even though I was totally clueless, I did know it probably didn’t involve a lock down facility in Kansas, polyester sheets and some loser who said I was weird.
I stayed quiet and thought that maybe Milan was right. Maybe I would make a better entourage duchess than a queen of the universe.
We had to ride the shuttle from Denver to Aspen since Aunt Georgia didn’t keep permanent staff at her place in Colorado. She had sent a set of car keys over, along with the house keys and the alarm code. I had laughed at the car keys, holding them up to the girls, asking them what Aunt Georgia thought we would do with them.
Milan had snatched them out of my hand. “We’ll drive places is what we’ll do with them.”
I asked her. “How, Mills, since none of us has even taken driver’s ed, let alone gotten our licenses?”
“ Oh don’t worry your pretty little head over it, Care Bear. I’ve seen a bazillion driving movies, I got this.”
Christy nodded sagely. “She really does, Carey. When we went to visit Grandpa in Boca last Christmas, Milan took the keys to his Rolls and drove all the way to Miami and back by herself. Our parents were so worried because they thought Grandpa would be furious, but he thought it was funny.”
I felt stupid then. I watched car chase movies too, and all I could boast of was driving a golf cart. That was how Milan controlled us, the ultimate Alpha girl, and the girl that nature had created to always be in the driver’s seat.
Even Milan got quiet, though, when she saw Aunt Georgia’s Aspen place. I had been there a few times on ski trips with
I thought about what she said. It was true that when the three of us went anywhere, it was she that everybody looked at, but I wasn’t sure if it was true that I couldn’t be a queen or a star too. After all, I was the Kelleher. She might have had a one of a kind face and body, but I was pretty too, pretty and a Kelleher. I decided to file my thoughts away for later.
Playing along with her, I took out my lipstick and held it up to her mouth like a microphone. “Tell me, Miss Marin, what are the disadvantages as you see them of commercial flight?”
She tossed her head and lowered her eyes. “Well, Barbara, and first let me say thank you sooo much for choosing me as one of the ten most fascinating people of this year - good call - the reason I hate commercial flight is because I just looove the Mile High Club, but, Barbara, commercial jet bathrooms are so tiny that it really takes the fun out of the whole experience, don’t you think so, Barbara? I mean, come on, all those world leaders you interview, especially President Clinton … ” Milan slowly licked her lips and laughed.,“ … you must be a frequent flyer in the Mile High Club yourself.”
Christy and I both screamed with laughter. Later on, though, after Christy fell asleep, I wanted to ask Milan if she had ever been with a guy for real. I wanted to tell her about Jeff. She was my best friend but I didn’t know how she’d respond. She was so beautiful, glittering with her other-worldly confidence, that I just couldn’t do it.
Somehow I knew the whole losing your virginity in the mental ward scenario wasn’t the kind of thing Milan would find hot - pathetic, yes; hot no - so I never told her. I thought I’d wait, wait for the right guy to come along, someone really gorgeous and cool, a Milan-approved boy. When he showed up, he and I would have what she called movie star sex and I would bask in her rarely given approval.
I still don’t know if back then she knew what that even meant, movie star sex. I don’t know when she gave it up. She’s funny that way. Everybody thinks that she talks openly about everything and it’s just the opposite really. As for me, I don’t think I know what movie star sex is, not even now. But back then, even though I was totally clueless, I did know it probably didn’t involve a lock down facility in Kansas, polyester sheets and some loser who said I was weird.
I stayed quiet and thought that maybe Milan was right. Maybe I would make a better entourage duchess than a queen of the universe.
We had to ride the shuttle from Denver to Aspen since Aunt Georgia didn’t keep permanent staff at her place in Colorado. She had sent a set of car keys over, along with the house keys and the alarm code. I had laughed at the car keys, holding them up to the girls, asking them what Aunt Georgia thought we would do with them.
Milan had snatched them out of my hand. “We’ll drive places is what we’ll do with them.”
I asked her. “How, Mills, since none of us has even taken driver’s ed, let alone gotten our licenses?”
“ Oh don’t worry your pretty little head over it, Care Bear. I’ve seen a bazillion driving movies, I got this.”
Christy nodded sagely. “She really does, Carey. When we went to visit Grandpa in Boca last Christmas, Milan took the keys to his Rolls and drove all the way to Miami and back by herself. Our parents were so worried because they thought Grandpa would be furious, but he thought it was funny.”
I felt stupid then. I watched car chase movies too, and all I could boast of was driving a golf cart. That was how Milan controlled us, the ultimate Alpha girl, and the girl that nature had created to always be in the driver’s seat.
Even Milan got quiet, though, when she saw Aunt Georgia’s Aspen place. I had been there a few times on ski trips with
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