Chapter 2
“Alice? Where are you?” Pamela cries on the phone, “Buck has sent the police over to my house asking questions.”
“Tell him I’m fine, I’ll explain later,” she says, wilting on the edge of a bed.
“Are you going to be alright? Did they give you a hard time?”
A baby babbles happily in the background with Pamela sniffling, making Alice feel sorry for her. “Kevin spoke for me, but he thought they arrived for something else. He was so nervous! I thought he was going to pass out!” she broke out laughing despite of everything.
Alice cups her forehead and can’t remember how many drinks she had.
“….went away with Gloria…” Pam chatters into her ear.
“That’s who you’re with right now?”
“She’s not with me, Pamela,” Alice responds defensively.
“Don’t say a word about this.”
“You always have fun without me,” whines the young mother.
The door of the hotel suite swings open with Flo carrying a styrofoam cup of coffee and cheese danish with large shopping bags hanging from her wrists.
“I gotta go,” Alice tells Pam quickly, hanging up without haste.
“Don’t ever make me go shopping for you again. I had the whole checkout line howlin’!” Flo kicks the door shut with a tassel leather boot before coming over to hand Alice the coffee and pastry.
“I’m sorry you had to go through with that,” Alice says, just as Flo stands in front of her to present the bags of clothes she bought downtown.
“At least you were smart enough to write me your size and measurements,” Flo lifts up a bag with Alice chewing away. “You might not like what I got you, but I don’t really care. Ya dig?”
Alice swallows with a nod and takes a sip from the coffee.
Alice Macray models the new wardrobe Flo has picked out for her to wear. She appears unrecognizable in a mini frayed leather jacket with a Native American stitched pattern on the front, blue jeans, and pair of dark brown pointed heel flats.
A bejeweled fist rests underneath Flo’s chin, smirking at the doe-eyed housewife.