As Julie pulled away from the curb, she confessed, “Yeah. I thought about becoming a flight attendant… Hey! We could become flight attendants together!”
Shoot. That would be nice, but with numbness in her hands and feet, that might be a problem. “I don’t know about jet-setting all over the world. I mean, I can see you doing it, but I like Boston and want to stay right here.”
“Too bad.”
“So, what are you doing to make the flight attendant dream come true?”
Julie rolled her eyes. “Promise not to tell anyone?”
“Of course.”
“I went for an interview at Delta, and they offered me a ground position. Just what I want to be doing. Driving into Logan every day and checking in bags,” she said sarcastically.
“I’m sorry. Do you think the purple hair had something to do with it?”
“Nah. There was only a purple streak in it then. Something I could have easily dyed back. To be honest, I was so mad, I just did the whole thing bright purple to spite them.”
“Really? Don’t get me wrong—I like it. But I doubt they’re losing any sleep over your hair color.”
Julie chuckled. “I know. I never said I was logical.” After a brief silence, she changed the subject. “So, are you ready for the Tantalizing Toys party?”
“Is that what it’s called?”
“Yeah. I was going to send you a hostess kit, but since I was seeing you today, I just brought it with me. Dig around in my tote bag until you find it.”
Misty rummaged around in the huge bag. She pulled out a brochure with vibrators, roses, and nipple clamps on the cover. “I found it.” And she promptly dropped it in her lap. Her fingers were numb again. Dammit.
Julie grinned. “Are you shocked?”
“Not at all.”
“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do this. I mean, you were kind of a good girl in high school.”
“I was just involved in a lot of activities. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t interested in, um, other activities.” She turned the pages with the feeling of pins and needles in her hands.
“Okay. Well, good. It’s good to know you’re normal.”
Misty rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”
“So, how’s the kinda sorta boyfriend?”
Misty snorted before she realized how it might be interpreted.
“Oh crap. That’s too bad. Well, we’re in the same boat, then. Are you sure you don’t want to run away and see the world? I hear that European men love American women.”
Misty wanted to run away, all right, except that wherever she went, the body she was trying to figure out would be going with her.
* * *
The eye exam resulted in a new pair of glasses and a suggested MRI. When she said she’d already had one, the eye doctor said she’d send for the results.
At last it was the weekend, and Misty’s old high school friends were coming over. She hadn’t cared what the reason was. Julie’s adult toy party was as good an excuse as any. Now it seemed like the perfect suggestion. She needed to cut loose and have some fun.
As she was opening the red wine to breathe, she poured herself a glass. “Breathe this,” she said aloud and toasted the empty air in front of her. She took a generous swallow.
“Oh! I have to order the pizza.” She grabbed her purse out of the closet in her bedroom and called the pizza place down the street.
“Hi, can I order three large pizzas now but not have them delivered until seven? Yeah? Great.” She placed the order for one cheese, one pepperoni, and one vegetarian—and a salad.That should cover the bases.
