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Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 33/94 by jane
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Author: jane
Title: Glimpses 33/94
Summary: A ghost appears to Mai and Tina to mar their
holiday.
Keywords: none
Length: 990 words
Copyright: c. 2004
*14 March 1997, Friday*
_i suppose youll want to judge her ... youd like a spot on
peoples court ... find the facts that really happened on
the balcony that march ... youd hire some clever lawyer ...
rap your gavel on the desk, assess degree of guilt ... but
would you sentence her to manitoba and life with andrew
walsh ... go right ahead ... it wouldnt matter ... justice
will prevail, not fairness nor compassion ... a jury isnt
needed ... shell enter pleas of guilty, accept her lot in
life, confine herself to solitary without much help from
us...
poor anna ... one last day of freedom ... pour another rum
and cola and hold the ice cubes, please ...
cancun ..._
*§*
"Don't! You can't," Christina cautioned. She waved the
plastic toy suggestively at Mai. They'd bought it in a
market, while waiting out the rain on Thursday morning.
Circumcised, its batteries removed, the pink baton swayed
cobra-like between them.
"It is done. You may call it anything you want. I name it
'Peter.'"
"Not! You're cruel. You're spoiling our last days."
"'Boner'? 'Dickey'? 'Peter' seems less crude. It is
cute," said Mai. "You must face this soon."
"Two days more," she pleaded. "Just us. Pretend we won't
go back."
"It was never only us. He was here. Inside your eyes."
"Don't bring us down. Try 'Rod'. Not 'Peter'." Tina
caught herself in time. She'd almost let it slip, almost
taunted 'Douglas' in revenge.
"'Peter'. He is real."
A stranger saved the argument. She stood suddenly before
them and tapped her empty wrist by way of introduction,
"Excuse me. Jew know the time?"
Tina hid the dildo in the carryall and then retrieved her
watch. She held it, arm extended, for the woman to
inspect. The woman barely glanced in its direction and
found, instead, a corner of the throw on which to sit
cross-legged, uninvited, graceless, awkward. Her speech
was slurred but soft. "Last day for me. Back to Canada.
Back to work."
Mai frowned and folded arms across her naked chest in
silence. Tina did the talking. "We're from Illinois.
It's been amazing here."
"I can't go back."
"I know! Two more days for us. I'm Tina. This is Mai."
"April showers bring May flowers. Just a saying. I'm
Anna. Hubby zat the pool."
"I'd love to stay here, too."
"I lost my watch. Might miss the plane." Anna laughed
alone at her small joke. "I wish the bar was closer."
Mai intervened. She joined the conversation with a curt,
"Your husband must be worried."
Anna looked across the beach, looked lost, spoke toward the
sky as if it hung on every word, "Not them. Not him. I
need a time for me." She paused as Mai and Tina shared
embarrassed looks in silence. "I stopped." She turned to
them. "Because you look so happy. Had to tell you that
you're lucky. I apologize."
"Are you okay?"
"Had to tell you. It's like a dream, this beach. I'm not
that brave. I'll go. I dared myself to tell you." She
made no sign of moving.
Tina creased her brow. "It's okay. Be cool."
"I'm so foolish. First, time I ever saw an ocean. Thing's
so different here." Anna hesitated, cheeks turning pink.
Mai and Tina shared a wordless worry. "My fantasy?
Topless. Makes me shiver. Must feel free. I don't
believe I said it. Topless. I'd never even thought of it,
not before we came."
Tina smiled. _That was me a week ago._ "That took guts.
To say it. I probably wouldn't have."
"Rum gives you courage," Anna weakly laughed. "I envy you.
But I just couldn't. He'd never understand. If they came
by ... I'd shock them both."
"Everyone's scared the first time. I was."
"It is much harder when you are alone," Mai added.
"You're sweet. I'll go. I've rambled on enough."
"You could." Mai stopped her. "With us, you know. Now.
If that is what you want. We would watch for them." Then
added, "I have had some expertise as lookout."
Anna searched brown eyes to blue and back again. She took
her time. Tina saw the conflict, the choice between the
rum and the reality. "I could." Her fingers searched the
skin along her shoulders. She shrugged. The cords that
held her top fell down along her arms. "I should've worn a
different suit." She looked at Tina, looked directly at
her eyes and rolled the cups down from her breasts and slid
the one-piece to her waist.
Her nipples quickly grew erect as warm sea breeze and
strangers' scrutiny assailed her. Small, uneven breasts,
pale against the red-brown burn across her arms and
shoulders. Her smile was warm, but distant. Her voice was
softened by sun and gulls and children playing further down
the beach. She didn't stay for long. She left them,
thanked them stiffly like she'd finished only half her tea
and hadn't touched her biscuit. Her path across the sand
was broken into zigs and zags and falters.
Mai finally spoke, "Where were we?"
"I liked her." Tina wondered for a moment what it would be
like to stand in sunlight on the beach completely naked.
"We are lucky. Luckier than most."
*§*
"I must leave Chicago, Tina."
_No. Not now. Not here._ Christina, laying out a
sundress for the dining room, paused before she answered.
"We should take a walk along the beach this evening." The
mournful whining of guitars seeped through the open window.
"Then do the cabaret."
"I could find work in many other places."
Tina fought down panic. "We need to shop tomorrow. Tee's
and little things. Vanilla. The bus is early Sunday."
"We need to settle this. I want you to come with me."
Tina crossed the room and stepped onto their balcony.
"Just listen to that music and the surf."
"Tina?"
"Don't wreck it, Mai. We've only got one day. Don't make
me choose right now."
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