true,â Beverly said, fingering her overprocessed blond hair as if checking to make sure it was still there. âI think itâs charming that Janice is excited about being here.â
Tracy looked at Janice. â Charming ,â she said in a singsong voice. âSee what I mean?â
Margaret grabbed a garment bag from the trunk. âAs soon as we get this unloaded why donât we all go down to the beach? Dinner wonât be ready for another hour.â
âYou shouldnât have made dinner,â Beverly said. âWe could haveââ
âItâs only pot roast, potatoes, and carrots.â
âI told Janice we could have Mexican,â Tracy said. âSheâs never had real Mexican food.â She might as well let everyone know how things were going to be this year right from the start. No way was she going to let the others push her into doing things she didnât want to do or make her go places she didnât want to go. This was her vacation, too. And for once she was going to spend it the way she wanted.
âTomorrow,â Beverly said, giving Tracy a silencing look.
âSorry,â Tracy said to Janice. âIt looks like youâll just have to wait.â An idea struck. âBut then I donât see why we couldnât go by ourselves.â Even though she was still pissed about the car her mother had rentedâit was as big as a goddamned boat and was like having a sign that said âOld People on Boardââit was her only way out of there.
âThatâs okay,â Janice said quickly. âI donât mind. I told you Iâm not all that crazy about Mexican food anyway.â
Instantly furious that even Janice had let her down, Tracy picked up her suitcases and headed for the house. She was going to have to talk to Janiceâagain. If they didnât stick together, she didnât have a prayer making her plan work. Worst of all, if Janice seemed the least bit willing, theyâd be stuck taking Chris with them everywhere they went.
âI thought you said the house was a dump,â Janice said when they were inside. âItâs beautiful.â
âWait till youâve been here a while.â
âWhy donât you and Janice take the room where Dad and I usually stay,â Beverly said.
âWhy?â Tracy liked her usual room. It was at the back of the house and stayed dark in the morning. It also had a window she could get in and out of at night without anyone knowing.
âSo Chris doesnât have to sleep on the sofa again this year.â
âWhere will you and Margaret sleep?â
âIn your old room.â She looked at Margaret. âYou donât mind sharing, do you?â
âItâll be just like old times, Beverly. You were the best roommate I ever had. And, yes, that includes Kevin.â
Tracy couldnât believe what she was hearing. Sheâd never shared a bedroom with anyone in her life. âYou expect me and Janice to sleep together in the same bed?â
âItâs a king-size bed, Tracy,â Beverly said.
âI donât care. I wonât do it.â
Janice broke in. âMy sister and I sleep together all the time. We haveââ
Tracy shut her down with a look. âIf you donât think itâs a big deal,â she said to Beverly, âthen you and Margaret can take that room.â
âIt doesnât matter to me which room we take,â Margaret said.
Beverly glared at her daughter as she asked Margaret, âAre you sure you donât mind?â
âPositive.â
Tracy smiled, satisfied that finally something was going her way. âNow that we have that settled, Janice and I are going to dump this stuff and head down to the beach. Weâll be back in time for dinner.â
Janice sent a helpless look in Beverlyâs direction. âIs there anything youâd like us to do
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations