Kelly Girl Part 14 Floop and Happenstance
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Kelly Girl 25: "Floop or Consequences"
Down the hall from Barbie and Kelly, in the boys' part of the house,
Richard and Pete dozed in front of the big TV in the children's lounge.
Richard woke up from a very vivid dream and stared at the screen for
several minutes, not really seeing the infomercial that had replaced
the Australian Rules Football he and Pete had been watching.
"Pete," he said.
"Uh," his older brother grunted.
Richard turned off the pitch for the ultimate kitchen gadget and poked
Pete in the ribs, not too gently. "Go to bed."
"Get out of my room," muttered Pete.
"You're not in your room. Get up and go to bed. You don't want Skipper
to come in here in the morning and find you scratching your balls in
your sleep do you?"
Pete grunted again, but opened his eyes and yawned, then stretched and
got up. They headed down the hallway to their rooms, making manly, or
at least, boyish, noises. "Good night, peanut," Pete said at his
doorway.
"Good night, loser," said Richard. "Hey."
"Hey what?"
"I'm gonna marry Kelly when she grows up," said Richard. They blinked
sleepily at each other. "I'll protect her from lunatics like that Phil
guy. And you."
Pete pointed at him. "Good idea, moron. Except one thing, you can't."
"Why not?" Richard asked.
"'Cause Dad is gonna marry Barbie and adopt Kelly; you can't marry your
sister."
"Sonuffa! That's just not right."
"Only one way to make it work," suggested Pete. "You gotta marry Kelly
before Dad marries Barbie, ain't no law against marrying your son's
mother-in-law."
Richard considered this suggestion. "You already been thinking about
this, you bastard, haven't you?"
Pete grinned. "Way ahead of you, little brother."
"But Kelly likes me better," sneered Richard.
"Ha, ha," said Pete. "You wish. I asked her to be my girlfriend first."
Richard grinned. "I remember, she told you she couldn't because she was
a boy."
"She did not."
"She did, too!"
They left their doorways and shoved one another a couple of times.
"Well, she'll have to make up her mind which of us to marry," said Pete
finally. He backed off, knowing that if he used his height, mass and
muscle to overpower his smaller brother, the mock fight would quickly
come to real blows. Pete could push Richard around any time he wanted
but if he won unfairly too often, he could wake up with a knee in his
groin.
Richard glared at him, then seeing the physical contest was over, he
scratched his head. "She's only twelve. How soon can we ask her to
marry one of us?" he asked.
"I think she has to be sixteen, even if Barbie or a judge says yes."
"Four years? Dad's never gonna wait four years to marry Barbie!"
"Only one thing to do," said Pete.
They nodded. "Kill Dad," said Richard.
"You do it," said Pete.
"You're the eldest, you do it," said Richard.
Pete considered. "He'd cream me."
Richard sighed. "And he'd probably haunt us anyway."
They grinned at each other sleepily and went each to his own bed.
* * *
Very late that night, or rather very early the next morning, a middle-
aged lady with light brown hair and very blue eyes got off the
Greyhound bus in a small town in New Mexico. In the ladies' room of the
bus stop, she used the privacy of a stall and a mirror from her purse
to shave with the little travel razor Kelly had bought for her. Then
she touched up her makeup and, carrying her bags and the heavy
overnight case she had brought along, she took a room in one of the
old-fashioned downtown hotels. She'd done a lot of thinking on the long
bus ride so she signed the register, "Virginia Bellamy," and paid cash
in advance for a two night stay.
Up in her room, Ginny made a careful list of things she would need in
her new life and notes of how she might obtain them. Then she settled
back to re-read the copy of "The Horse Whisperer" she had bought in
Yuma. After a nap, she got up and went to the nearby Catholic-run
homeless mission. She waited through the services to talk with the
priest and told the father that she wasn't Catholic but she was looking
for work as a maid.
"You're running away from your man?" asked the old priest.
Ginny blinked. "Why would you think that, sir?"
"First kind of work a woman leaving her husband thinks she's qualified
for, doing housework. Either that or you're a recent widow?"
Ginny shook her head, thinking quickly. "N-no. You were right the first
time. W-we weren't really married and I'm afraid of what might happen
if he finds me. What else can I do?"
The priest sighed. "You won't find maid work in this town, not at a
living wage. Do you think you can waitress?"
For a waitress job, Ginny knew she'd have to have a social security
card. She shook her head. "I'd be afraid he might find me in a
restaurant. It would scare me so bad I couldn't work."
He nodded. "I'll ask around," he said. "Mayhap someone in the parish
knows someone who needs a maid."
Ginny smiled at him, and he thought, what remarkably blue eyes she has.
* * *
Barbie and Kelly slept late Sunday morning, no one disturbed them.
Harold and Andie got up early enough for a long quiet drive down the
coast together while Buzzy read his sister the riot act. "What the hell
were you thinking?" he demanded as his ranting finally ran down near
Main Beach in Laguna.
"I don't know," she confessed. "You thought the kid was a girl. I
thought I'd push a bit and see how Kelly reacted. He took to it like a
duck to water."
Harry frowned.
"He never threw the kind of fit any other boy would have. Most boys
would have been retching and puking and cusshing like crazy to keep
from being dresshed in girl's clothes, or even thought to be a girl.
Yeah?"
He nodded. He'd done a lot of reading in this subject, not just
professionally but because his own little brother had needed help in
becoming the person sitting next to him.
"He even let me do a makeover; he complained about it but he co-
operated and he liked it, Buzzy. He really liked it," Andie insisted.
"She liked it."
They were quiet for a few miles. The trees and cliffs and water raced
past, another day in paradise.
"What do you think we should do?" Harry asked cautiously. He made the
turn-around in Dana Point and started back up the coast. Andie didn't
answer right away.
"I should shtop pushing," she said finally. "And you should let Kelly
shtay a girl until she decides he wants to be a boy again."
After a bit, Harold nodded.
* * *
Barbie and Kelly lay in the big guest room bed together till nearly
noon, talking about what had happened. "Do those hurt?" Kelly asked
about Barbie's new implants.
"A little," she admitted. "They ache in my armpits."
"Your armpits?" Kelly giggled.
Barbie rubbed them carefully; Harry had told her they needed to be
massaged frequently as soon as she could stand it. Of course, he'd
volunteer to do that, she reflected and grinned. "Still tender a bit
and there's like a tube running from my navel to each one."
"Your navel? He put them in through your navel?"
"Uh huh," Barbie pulled up her pajama top to show Kelly the stitches in
her belly button. The curve of the underside of her new breasts looked
startlingly prominent.
Kelly hesitated then asked, "Can I touch them? Your new boobies?"
Barbie giggled. "Sure."
Kelly touched one, it felt soft but firm, as yielding as real flesh,
though Barbie's skin seemed warm and taut as a drumhead. Kelly snatched
his fingers back after only a moment.
Barbie rubbed them again, a bit more vigorously than before. "They
itch, too," she told Kelly. "A stretchy sort of itchy feeling."
"Wow," Kelly said. "The bra I wore yesterday made me itch."
"Why were you wearing that? Did Andie put it on you?"
"No, it was part of my disguise to help get Phil out of the mall,"
Kelly said.
"Uh huh. Tell me about that, you left off last night with leaving
Andie's to go to Triangle Square." Barbie settled her pajamas back
around her and propped her head up on her hand.
"Um, yeah," said Kelly. He reached onto the head of the bed and
retrieved Robin, the old, yellow-haired, plastic boy doll that Andie
had given him. He hugged the doll, thinking of how scared he had been
yesterday when the boys from school had found him outside the mall.
Barbie blinked. Kelly had told her about the doll last night and shown
it to her. He looks about five when he hugs that thing, a five-year-old
girl, she thought. "Did you buy the bra there at TS?" she asked,
prompting him to continue.
"Uh, no," he shook his blonde curls and rolled his eyes. "At first, I
was gonna buy boy clothes? But the sales lady kept showing me girl's
slacks and tops and stuff and I already had my nails done and hair and
earrings..." he paused. "I just decided to spend Andie's money on
things I didn't think I'd wear after we were through playing her silly
game." He squirmed a bit. The rationalization sounded even thinner than
it had at the time. "She was going to take me to Disneyland today."
"Uh huh," said Barbie. "Maybe we can go tomorrow." Barbie knew Harold
would take them if she asked and she loved the park as much as Kelly
did. But how would Kelly be dressed.
Kelly continued his story of his adventures; Barbie giggled about the
kisses at the Upper Crust, squealed about the kidnapping in the
basement garage and laughed happily as Kelly told how he had disguised
Phil. "I don't know," he deadpanned, "the idea just occurred to me. And
it worked."
"Phil was a real cute guy," said Barbie, "I guess he'd make a passable
girl."
"More than that," said Kelly. "He can sound like a girl, too. Scary."
Barbie considered. "I wonder what happened to him in prison?" She
didn't dwell on that for Kelly's sake. "We'll probably never know. He
got away, didn't he?"
"I think so," said Kelly. He sighed, "I'll probably never see him
again."
* * *
That same Sunday, in the afternoon, the Hoag Hospital in Newport Beach
discharged Amanda, convinced that her mild concussion had healed well
enough for her to go home. Amanda dressed quietly in her semi-private
room, saying goodbye to her temporary roommate, an elderly Filipina
whose endless family had visited her in large noisy groups last night
and already filled the hospital room again at a little after nine a.m.
"Vaya con Dios, carita," said the old lady. "Buena suerte."
"Good bye," said Amanda, not risking an attempt at her faded high
school Spanish.
Rachel had promised to come and take her back to Riverside when she
called, but Amanda didn't feel much like company. She hadn't had a
drink since her tiny sip yesterday and she thought that if she waited
at the hospital for Rachel, she wouldn't have a chance to sneak away
and be bad before she got home to the hidden bottles in her kitchen
cabinets. Two more hours without a drink looked like a huge obstacle;
her hands shook a bit already.
If she took a taxi, it would cost her fifty dollars or more but she'd
be able to stop somewhere and get a drink. The doctors had warned her
not to drink at all for at least two days because of a chance of a
relapse from her injury. "If I could keep from drinking for three days,
I wouldn't have made such a mess of my life, already," she muttered.
A young orderly pushed Amanda in a mandatory wheelchair to the circular
drive in front of the hospital. The Pacific Ocean stretched away in two
directions, southeast and southwest; misty silver under a periwinkle
sky, so beautiful it hurt to look away. To the south, below the little
hill the hospital sat on, Newport Avenue crossed Pacific Coast Highway
leading onto the Balboa Peninsula. Half a mile away, near the Crab
Shack and the Spaghetti Factory, in front of the McFadden Pier, Balboa
Avenue branched off from Newport where the Peninsula took a dogleg to
the southeast. Down along that narrow spit of land, two narrow for even
two parallel streets in places, down there lay the tiny apartment where
Amanda's daughter Barbie had tried to raise Kelly alone.
Amanda took her eyes off the view and looked for the cab she had asked
for. By coincidence, Elise Fremont, coming back from another fare, had
answered the call to the hospital in her green-checked taxi. Not that
she knew Amanda or Amanda her, but it was an odd happenstance. Both
Amanda and the orderly waved to her as she wheeled the vehicle into the
valet line in front of the hospital. Only in Newport Beach do hospitals
have valet parking, thought Amanda; but she was wrong, Hoag Memorial is
partly in Costa Mesa.
Elise dashed around the green-checked taxi to open the rear passenger
door. The orderly helped Amanda into the backseat. She settled in,
feeling oddly fragile and unsure if it were lingering effects from her
concussion or just the over-solicitous attention..
"Where to?" Elise asked the tiny redhead before closing the back door.
Amanda thought Elise looked like a dyke. Her short gray hair stood out
in spiky disarray. She wore a short-sleeved, denim shirt, minimally
decorated with flowers, a turquoise necklace, khaki pants and the sort
of shoes nurse's usually wore. Her horn-rimmed prescription sunglasses
gave her face an impossibly anachronistic air. It was the hair, Amanda
decided.
"Riverside," she told Elise. "Do you know where Mockingbird Canyon Road
is?"
Elise groaned. "That's nearly a fifty dollar meter, lady. Then I've got
a half hour drive to get back to where my medallion is any good."
Amanda chewed her lip. "Twenty buck tip," she offered.
Elise sighed. "Fifty bucks tip, or double the meter total, whichever is
less?"
Amanda groaned. "Seventy bucks total, you pay the meter."
"Eighty-five," said Elise. Amanda made a face and before she could
answer, Elise said, "Okay, eighty bucks, I pay the meter. I really
can't do it for less and I might get caught in traffic on the way back.
Santa Ana Canyon can be murder on Sunday afternoon."
Amanda nodded, Elise closed the door, raced back around to the driver's
side, got in, started the engine and dropped the flag. "We're off," she
said, happy to have a long fare and a nice tip. She leased the taxi for
one hundred fifty per day, paid for gas herself and anything she made,
she kept.
They took Newport Boulevard to the 55 and merged smoothly into freeway
traffic. Amanda realized that she should have negotiated a stop
somewhere to get a drink but she had only gotten a hundred out of the
hospital ATM. She dithered for a bit and then she turned her head to
look back toward Triangle Square, thinking of Kelly and Barbie and
wondering where they might be and what they might be doing. They didn't
seem to need her anymore or even want her in their lives.
Why had Kelly been dressed as a little girl? She'd never found out. The
police had called her this morning and told her that her
"granddaughter" was all right and back with "her" mother. She hadn't
corrected them. The police had told her they were still looking for
Phil and that if she heard from him to call them. She had promised she
would but she wondered about that. I never seem able to do the right
thing at the right time, she told herself.
"I need a drink," she said out loud, intending to start negotiations.
Elise heard what she said but ignored it until the cab had crossed the
405. "You'll be home in forty-five minutes," she promised, obliquely.
"Okay," said Amanda after considering it. "I can wait that long."
"Boy howdy," said Elise, wonderingly. "Can or can't?"
"Can," repeated Amanda. "I can."
"Good deal," agreed Elise. She didn't tell Amanda the story about her
own father who had gotten "potted and planted" all in one day because
he tried to pass a slow moving lumber truck on a curve. In her
experience, talking about drinking or drunks with a drinking person was
a sure way to encourage the desire for a drink. She suspected her fare
had just gotten out of detox; she's got the look of a drunk, something
about the eyes, Elise thought.
They didn't say anything else much going north up the 55 and east on
the 91. Amanda thought Elise had exited one exit too early in Riverside
but the cabbie turned out to know a quicker way to Amanda's
neighborhood than Amanda had ever found.
Elise let Amanda out in front of the little mobile home in Space 234 of
Mockingbird Canyon Wheel Estates less than forty-five minutes from the
valet parking circle at the hospital. Amanda paid the fare as agreed
and hurried to open up her door, worried about her cat, Flooper, and
trying to think about that and not the liquor bottles hidden in the
cabinet. Her hands trembled only a little as she worked the key.
Once inside, she saw that someone, Rachel surely, had already put food
out for the lazy tom. Floop's buttered-toast-colored tabby body with
the darker Siamese points at ears, tail and feet lay stretched out on
the turquoise couch. When the door opened, he turned his head in a way
impossible for mere humans and blinked his pale green eyes at Amanda.
Then he made a production of stretching, rolled over, dropped to the
floor and sauntered toward her, perhaps curious that he hadn't seen her
since yesterday. "Mow?" he asked
Amanda laughed and scooped him up. She sat down in her easy chair and
put the cat in her lap. Floop purred contentedly, working his claws
against her leg, right through her slacks. She glanced once at the
liquor cabinet and resolved to call Rachel before she opened it again.
She petted the cat and her hands didn't shake. "Well, I'm back," she
said.
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