world!
Cassie finished her number and fell onto the bed. Her perfect breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. âI feel alive right now,â she said, smiling at the ceiling. â
Really
alive.â
âYeah, I think this might work. You and me and â¦.â
Cassie sat up as if sparked by an idea. âI know this great bass player. Sheâs a true musicianâa child prodigyâand sheâs really cool. Iâll bet sheâd be interested. I could ask her.â
Trudy nodded. Everything was coming together now. She couldnât believe she had ever been worried. âWeâll have our first practice here on Friday night. Get her to come then.â
It was already midnight. Madeline banged on the door. âStop the racket. Yâall sound like a bunch of screaming divas,â she said in a weary voice. âIâm going to bed now.â
Trudy yanked open the door. âMaddy! Iâve got a band now. Tell the world.â
Madeline slouched there in an oversized T-shirt, her face scrubbed clean. She didnât move when Trudy grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek. âYou can still join. We need a drummer.â
Madeline patted her on the head and disappeared into her room.
âAn enemy of rock and roll,â Trudy whispered to Cassie. âBut weâll convert her.â
That night, the two of them shared a bed. It was kind of nice watching Cassieâs face relax into innocence and feeling the warmth of her body. This could be an initiation riteâsleeping together in the same bed. Anyone who hogged the sheets would be kicked out of the band.
10
Esther hadnât been planning on calling Rebecca. In fact, she shredded and burned the scribbled phone number as sheâd promised herself in the car. But one Saturday afternoon, while shopping at the Columbia Mall for her motherâs birthday gift, she caught a glimpse of her. At first, she wasnât sure. A tall woman with cropped white-blonde hair stood at the Lancôme makeup counter, bent over an array of creams. Esther could only see the back of herâthe long, slender but shapely legs, the slightly rounded bottom bound in a tight, black skirt. And then the woman picked up a tube of lipstick and tilted the mirror on the counter. Esther saw her face.
She could have run in the other direction without being seen, but when she knew it was Rebecca, something leapt inside of her. Buoyed, but also suddenly shy, Esther moved slowly across the store.
âHey,â she said, priming herself for rejection.
Rebeccaâs eyes widened in the mirror. She smiled. âEsther!â
And then theyâd wound up going out for coffee, and although Esther had tried to make small talk sheâd wound up crying and telling Rebecca about her estrangement from Harumi and all the unfamiliar feelings that had been flooding her heart and mind. But she didnât tell her how she felt about Cassie. She wanted to keep that to herself.
In the daylight, in that black skirt and blazer, with her makeup just so, Rebecca looked professional. She listened attentively, looking away only to stir sugar in her coffee, and made little cooing noises whenever Esther paused. It was easy to imagine that she was talking to a counselor or an older and wiser sister.
âMy parents were really conservative,â Rebecca said. âIf theyâd known I was having feelings for my year nine teacher, they probably would have sent me off to some re-education camp.â She shook her head and the thick gold hoops looped through her ears flashed with light. âYour friend will come around,â she said. âAnd if she doesnât? Well, thatâll be her loss.â
They talked and talked, and Esther forgot all about buying a present for her mother. She drank three cups of coffee while Rebecca told her story. Her parents had kicked her out of the house when sheâd declared her love for women, and after a few