Sometimes, Lee would hold powwows in Fortnum’s. I didn’t know why, I didn’t ask and when they did, I steered clear.
The powwow’s significance magnified when Hank arrived and didn’t even bother buying a coffee. Hank was a cop, not one of the boys, and his presence made things official.
It also put the hotness quotient of Fortnum’s seating area into uncharted levels.
“Yikes,” Indy said.
She could say that again, but only in a good way.
The bel went over the door and I looked up.
Tex was wheeling Mom in.
“Hey baby dol ,” Mom cal ed.
“I’m not talking to you,” I cal ed back loud enough that the Hot Crew quieted and looked at me. I ignored them. “And especial y not you!” I said to Tex.
“What’d I do?” Mom asked, eyes round.
“Don’t give me no shit, Loopy Loo,” Tex boomed, but quietly (don’t ask me how, but he managed it), “I’m in no mood.”
“You got my Mom drunk!” I shouted, hand on hip (where I was getting this hand on hip business I did not know but I was digging it).
Tex winced, “Stop yel ing.”
“I’m not yel ing!” I yel ed.
They made it to me. Mom grabbed my hand, total y ignored my outburst and said, “Tex is going to teach me how to make espressos, cappuccinos, lattes, everything.
He says there are at least a dozen syrup flavours, even burnt marshmal ow! Isn’t that right, Tex?” Her eyes were shining.
Dear Lord.
“That’s right, Nance,” Tex replied and wheeled Mom around where I stood in the middle of the front of the store and took her behind the espresso counter.
“Nance?” I asked, turning in a half circle to fol ow their progress.
Mom threw me her majorette smile.
Tex glowered.
Tex glowered.
“Don’t you have shit to do?” he asked.
I opened my mouth to say something. I don’t know what but it was going to be something, when the bel over the door went again. I looked in that direction and Smithie was walking in.
My glare transferred to Smithie.
“I’m not talking to you!” I yel ed.
“Shee-it, bitch. What’s your problem?” Smithie shot back.
“You fired me!” I shouted.
His hands went out at his sides.
“I didn’t fire you. I just put you on a fuckin’ unscheduled, unpaid vacation.”
“Yeah, you fired me!” I snapped back.
“I’m guessin’ from the attitude you don’t have your shit sorted out yet,” Smithie said.
“No, I don’t. I’m working on it, okay?”
He walked up to me and handed me an envelope.
“Your tips from Saturday.”
The wind went out of my sails. It was a nice thing to do, coming al the way down to Fortnum’s to give me my tips.
I took them.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“There’s extra in there from the girls and the bouncers.
They did a col ection, knew you needed it,” he said.
Damn.
Trust my luck, after twenty-eight years, to find my attitude and toss it around when people were doing something nice for me.
I felt the tears crawl up the back of my throat and I swal owed them down.
“I don’t know what to say,” I muttered as I shoved the envelope in my back pocket.
“Maybe ‘thank you’?” Mom snapped from behind the espresso counter, again, using The Voice, “Yeesh, you’d think I didn’t raise her right,” she said to Tex.
“That your Mom?” Smithie asked.
I didn’t have the chance to answer when the bel went over the door again.
I turned and saw my sister, Lottie, standing there.
She was wearing skinny, black jeans and a black tank top with the Audi circles straining across her D-cup boobs.
She had a knockout tan and her blonde hair was flopping around the back of her head in a loose bunch designed to look sexy and messy. It worked.
“Eyeeeeee!” I squealed, thril ed to see her, forgetting everyone; Tex, Duke, Smithie, Jane, Indy, Mom and the So Fine Commando Wild Bunch. I ran and threw myself at her.
Lottie squealed too and we hugged, swinging each other back and forth and laughing out loud.
Mom wheeled up and pul ed herself out of her chair for her own Lottie hug. Lottie helped her sit back down, then turned and shot a bleached-teeth, LA smile at me.
“What’re you doing here?” I asked, stil smiling.
“Gotta cal from Lavonne, then from Trixie, then Lavonne again and final y Mom,” Lottie said.
My smile died, and with it, my excitement at seeing Lottie.
“What’d they say?” I asked.
Lottie’s smile died too. “They told me what’s been going on.”
Wonderful.
My hand went back to my hip. “They shouldn’t have done that.”
Her hand went to her hip. “Why not? No, wait, why didn’t you tel me?” she asked.
“I was handling it.”
She shoved my shoulder.
My entire body froze.
“You weren’t handling it, you crazy bitch,” she said.
“That’s what I’m sayin’,” Smithie put in.
Lottie didn’t even know who he was and she nodded at him.
I pul ed out the Double Diva Threat and put both my hands on my hips.
“I’m handling it.”
She shoved my shoulder again.
“Don’t shove me,” I snapped, shoving her back.