The Traveling Vampire Show(21)
As I trotted up the porch stairs, she asked, “Where you been hiding yourself?”
I shrugged and blushed. “Nowhere much,” I said.
In the doorway, she gave me a hug. I didn’t often get hugs from Lee; only if we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. I put my arms around her. As she kissed my cheek and I kissed hers, she gave me a good solid squeeze, mashing me against the front of her body. Her shirt was soft against my skin. By the feel of her breasts, I knew she wasn’t wearing any bra.
It was just about the best hug ever.
But we broke it up after a couple of seconds. Lee turned away, saying, “Come on, let’s get those Cokes.”
I followed her toward the kitchen, watching the back of her shirt. It draped her rear end, then stopped. The tail fluttered slightly as she walked.
“So what’ve you been doing with yourself?” she asked.
I suddenly remembered.
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
That was all I needed to say.
About one stride into the kitchen, Lee stopped and turned around and raised her eyebrows.
“Maybe the Cokes better wait,” I told her.
“What is it?”
“I was sort of wondering if you’d let me borrow your truck for about half an hour.”
“Sure,” she said, not even hesitating to think about it.
“Thanks.”
I followed her through the kitchen. Her brown leather purse was on top of the table. She picked it up, reached inside, pulled out her keys and tossed them to me. I caught them.
“Thanks,” I said again.
As I started to turn around, she said, “I’ve got nothing to do for a while. Want me to come along?”
I must’ve made a face.
“Guess not,” she said and shrugged.
“It’s not that. If you want to come along, it’s fine with me. I just don’t want to ... you know, impose on you.”
“When you’re imposing, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay.”
“And you’re not.” She gave me a quick smile. “Not yet, anyway.” The smile gone, she added, “You need some help, don’t you?”
“Well, I need a car. But it’d be great if you want to come along with me.”
“You sure?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“Where’re we going?”
“Janks Field.”
She let out a laugh, throwing back her head, then shaking it. When the laugh was over, she said, “That explains plenty.”
“Still want to come?”
“You bet. But what’s the problem?”
“Slim got attacked by a dog.”
Lee grimaced. “Slim being Frances?” she asked.
“Right. Anyway, it didn’t hurt her much, but she fell down and got some cuts. I was afraid she’d bleed all over the place if she tried to walk home, so I left her there with Rusty. They’re on top of that snack stand.”
“What about the dog?” Lee asked.
“It was still there when I left. But it can’t get to them as long as they stay on the roof.”
“So the idea is to drive out and rescue them?”
“That’s it,” I said.
“No problem. Just let me have a minute to get dressed. Go ahead and grab yourself a Coke. You look like you could use one.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“If you want to wash up or something, feel free.”
I nodded, and she left the kitchen. When she was out of sight, I sighed.
Cheer up, I told myself. She’ll be back.
But “dressed. ”
Sighing again, I stepped over to the sink. I washed the dried blood off my hands, then splashed cold water onto my face. I used a wet paper towel to clean the sweat and grime off my arms and chest and belly. After that, I took a Coke bottle out of the refrigerator and pried its cap off.
I only managed a few swallows before Lee came in. She looked almost the same as before. Now, however, white shorts showed below the hanging front of her shirt. She wore white sneakers, but no socks.
“Ready to go?” she asked.
“All set.”
“Want me to drive?”
“Sure.” I tossed the keys to her. She caught them, then stepped past me and grabbed her purse off the table.
On our way to the front door, she said, “We’ll come straight back here unless Slim turns out to need a doctor or something.”
“Good idea.”
Outside, Lee held the screen door.
I reached for the main door, meaning to shut it behind me, but she said, “Let’s just leave it open. The more air gets in, the better.”