Letters
Peggy is less than pleased to find a stack of letters in the mail. Probably from Eliza's boyfriends. Or maybe Angelica’s secret lover. Honestly, they're all disgusting. Don't get me wrong, Peggy loves affection and cuddling and holding hands and going on dates and being an adorable couple. The problem is, she's very tired of nobody giving her affection or cuddling her or holding her hand or taking her on a date or being an adorable couple with her. She really would like to be in a relationship with somebody. Anybody!
…
Okay, maybe there's one person in particular. Maria Lewis. She's hard to miss. She moved into town recently, friendless, but never nameless. Maria is quite beautiful. Almost always dressed in reds or pinks or black, she tends to stand out. Not to mention her dazzling smile and her dark brown eyes. Oh, and she's so tall! Well, she's 5’7, but Peggy is only 4’9. Ah, the joys of being short. She's quiet, like Peggy, but it seems more from shyness than the enjoyment of solitude. People say things about Maria. She's a bitch. She's a slut. She's an idiot. She’s had plastic surgery done. She beat somebody up at her last school. Peggy knows none of these to be true, though she doesn't understand how some of them are insults. There is one rumor, however, Peggy desperately wishes is true. She's gay. Oh lord, how Peggy hopes she's gay. And likes short girls.
“Peggy, are you dead?” Oh. Yeah. She's supposed to bring the mail inside, not strangle it and think about cute girls.
“Yes, Angelica, Ted Cruz jumped out of the bushes and murdered me!” Peggy yells back to her sister and starts to make her way up the cobblestone pathway. She sticks her tongue out at Angelica as she steps inside. Peggy drops the letters on the living room table and flops backwards onto the couch, toeing her shoes off before kicking her feet up.
Angelica shuffles through the letters, sorting them between letters for Eliza, bills, and spam. She tucks a single lavender envelope into her pocket before looking over to Peggy. “Hey, Poog, what’re you thinking of?”
Peggy is not about to tell her that she is wondering what Maria's hands feel like. So she goes with a much simpler option. “I'm gay.”
There's a silence between the two for a few moments before Angelica finally speaks up.
"Well no shit, sweetheart.”