“You stay awhile from him and this town. It’s mine!”I tried my best to make my hand look like it was talking.
“He isn’t yours. You’re nothing but a crazy bitch,”I said in a high pitched voice, mimicking Melinda.
“I do not sound like that!” she giggled.
“Yes, you do,” I continued in her voice. I made the Melinda puppet attack Bess. “Stay away from me and the resort and Chris!”
“Yeah, funny, so funny,” she said.
“Oh my god, you are on my hair! Do you know how much this costs?”Bess’s puppet said in her low borderline man’s voice.
“Okay, she does sound like that, doesn’t she? Continue,” Melinda plopped her head in her hands and batted her lashes at me, waiting for me to go on.
I laughed, hand on my stomach—full−belly laughed. It felt good, but a part of me knew, it only felt this way because of her.
Maybe I assumed wrong. Maybe underneath all the name−brand, clumsy, rolling in daddy’s money exterior, Melinda Bailey was more like me than I thought.
