Free Lesbian Stepmother by Amy Polino, Audrey Hart Page B

Little
menus kept popping up on the screen but the channel wouldn’t
change.
    “Damnit! How the hell do you change it?”
    Lonna showed him which buttons to press. “Just
press this one to go up, and this one to go back down. Or enter the
channel number, if you know what one you want.”
    “I don’t know which one I want. I just
don’t want to see these damn owls anymore. Who the hell wants
to sit in their living room and watch some filthy looking thing like
that while it flies around chewing up mice?”
    “Well, what do you want to see?”
    “I want to see the delivery guy’s car pull
up with my dinner.”
    “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
    Rick found a black and white movie featuring cowboys
shooting at one another from behind wooden outhouses. He set the
remote back down. “This looks alright.”
    Lonna began to massage her throat with one hand, trying
to play up the idea of her being sick. She thought it would be the
perfect solution to get through the weekend without having to make
any major decisions. “God, I can hardly swallow. I need
another cold drink.”
    Rick sighed. “I don’t see how that’s
going to help.”
    She returned to the kitchen and placed her glass in the
sink, taking down a new one from the cabinet, a very large novelty
glass that looked more like a vase. She then made herself another
cocktail, using up the last of the open bottle of vodka and breaking
out the spare. She made it extra strong and mixed it with orange
juice, adding plenty of ice and stirring it with a long handled
spoon.
    When she came back out into the living room, Rick’s
eyes bulged comically and his mouth opened in astonishment. “Holy
smokes! Are you expecting company?”
    Lonna grinned sardonically. “Ha ha. There’s
hardly any booze in this. Haven’t you ever heard of drinking
lots of orange juice when you’re getting sick?”
    “Yeah, yeah. Damn, you really think you’re
coming down with something, huh?”
    “I know I am. It hurts to even talk.” She
took a sip from the vase. It was even stronger than she’d
thought.
    Rick sat and watched her put it down on the coffee
table. It dwarfed everything around it. He was going to make
another crack, but thought better of it. “So what’s
going on with Abbie, anyway? Is she going to come out here and eat
with us when the food guy gets here?”
    Lonna sat down. “I don’t know. I doubt
it.”
    “She’s really that mad at me?”
    “I think so. Didn’t you hear her yelling
in there?”
    “Yeah, I heard. But she can’t stay mad
forever. Even if I’d have gotten her that stupid thing, she’d
be tired of it by now.”
    “Maybe you should bring her dinner in there and
eat with her. I’ll stay out here, and give you two a chance to
talk things over.”
    Rick looked unhappy with the suggestion. “I
don’t think so. She’s welcome to come out here, but I’m
not going to eat my dinner in her bedroom.”
    “I really don’t think she’s going to
want to come out here. She’s furious at you.”
    He seemed to think about it. “Shit!”
    Lonna sighed. “Maybe I can take it in there for
her. I think I was making a little progress with her earlier.”
    “Just hand it to her through the door. Otherwise
she’ll probably catch your cold.”
    “It’s her birthday. She’s not a
monkey. We’re not just going to toss a sack of food through
the door. If you’re not going to go in there and eat with her,
then I really think I should.”
    “She can come out here. Otherwise, forget it.”
    “You can forget it. If you’re not going, I
am.”
    He glared at her. “Fine. You go. I’ll
watch TV.”
    Lonna picked up the big drink with both hands and took
a sip. She almost laughed. Things were actually working out quite
well. Now she had the perfect excuse to avoid him all weekend. The
idea of spending the next two days locked up with Abbie in her
bedroom sent shivers of excitement throughout her entire body.
    They watched the cowboy movie for a few more