Welcome home. I thought I felt Ash and Josh both flinch on either side of me when Nancy pronounced the words welcome home and honey at me. The pleasantries Ash and Josh last heard Nancy and I exchange mostly involved ear-curdling yelling followed by room-shaking door slamming. For now. Who knows how long the new peace with Nancy will last once the new school year starts and fate undoes that cruel joke whereby Shrimp dumped me at the beginning of this past summer and returns him to his role as my one true love.
Wandering is like the biggest gift of all after the past lockdown sentence in my room. Now I am free to go where I please.
I had no friends my own age with whom to celebrate, to go to the mall or to get fake IDs or whatever it is normal seventeen-year-old girls with friends do on their birthdays.
For all that we were muy manifest destiny last spring, the fact is I never even told him about the things in my past that led to my little meltdown incident, I never saw pictures of or found out the names of his parents who were off in the Peace Corps. Plus, since we were technically broken up and all, I had no right to expect a present or even a phone call from him. Ash was dressed and out the door with me pronto. We walked up, wheeze, up to the crest of Diviz at Broadway on top of Pacific Heights, then down, deep breaths, down toward California Street.
Now The City as the natives call it felt different. As Ash and I wandered past the Victorian houses I was seriously digging the cold Bay air whipping through my body, that oceany breeze mixed with the smell of eucalyptus and chimney smoke from all the houses with fireplaces.
The feel and smell of the cold air made me warm all over, reminding me of Shrimp. Ash took my hand as we crossed over to Fillmore, where I decided we should pick up the bus to the Castro, the queer cool capital of the world. My first order of business would be getting a decent cup of joe on Castro Street, then we could go to the Mission for burritos. Burritos are just an art form that should be left to the West Coast, I suspect.
Of course, all the wandering time Ash spent on best behavior, attached to my hand and not complaining about the walking, turned out to be part of her scheme to butter me up. Then my little sister went in for the big kill. Ash has a huge customized Barbie collection. Aside from Horror Movie Barbie head lopped halfway off, torn and bloody clothes , Commando Barbie camouflage bandana, pistol-whipping Ken with toy guns stolen from Josh , there is my personal favorite, Fat Barbie dressed in a muumuu, sporting extra body girth and a double chin, thanks to the discreet placement of Silly Putty.
I think Fat Barbie is genius but Nancy flipped out when she saw her. Our mother, whose statuesque blond Minnesouda beauty makes her look like a Barbie, is a size four on her bloated days. Maybe Nancy should take a step back and worry more about the not-so-subliminal message the smiley-faced, skinny, big-boobed Barbie female ideal gives a seven-year-old girl, but what do I know, as Nancy reminds me often.
Shame on me for allowing my caffeine fixation to impair my judgment long enough to let Ash wander to the store next door while I was ordering a latte. My bad. I had no choice then. Ash pointed at Gingerbread. So I took up the issue with Gingerbread, who is somewhat of a telepath. I told her, You know Ash only wants you because she wants everything that is mine, and you know she will get bored in like a week because you will not plot with her to destroy the universe that is her room, but the thing is, I am kind of stuck here.
I said, You are kind, Gingerbread. Specifically, Barbie heads. And just like that, Gingerbread graciously accepted the new living arrangement. She has been after me to ditch my doll almost since I took possession of Gingerbread, when I was five and my bio-dad Frank gave her to me the one time I met him before this past summer.
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