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demeanor.
    “I’m serious.”
    “Okay.” She tried to wriggle her hands free.
    “I’m no angel.” He locked his fingers around hers.
“And I’m not going to lie and tell you that I have been. But now
that you’re here, you’ll have my undivided attention.”
    For a second, Candy got caught up in his deep brown
eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and couldn’t resist letting
her lips meet his. “It’s okay,” she said. His kiss was hard and
searching.
    Walking toward Roxanne, Frank pointed at Rich and
Candy and laughed impishly. He cuddled her face in his hands,
kissed her lightly and whispered against her ear. “Aren’t they
silly?”
    Roxanne giggled.
    That evening, Roxanne sat back and watched Rich and
Glen give all the local groupies the cold shoulder. The hometown
girls seethed as the two band members, who’d been oh-so-friendly
yesterday, entered the club tonight sporting these unknown women on
their arms. None of the slighted fans tried to hide their
anger.
    Roxanne couldn’t understand how Candy and Glenna,
especially Glenna, could stand to witness this exposition as it
played out between the guys in the band and the local girls. The
whole thing proved unsettling for Roxanne. “Let’s go out and burn
one.” Her suggestion came abruptly.
    “Okay.” Candy popped up from her chair and grabbed
her purse.
    The girls headed outside, and made themselves
comfortable in the back of Roxanne’s van.
    Glenna initiated the ritual by pulling a joint out
and firing it up. “Did you see all those girls giving me the evil
eye when I walked in on Glen’s arm?” she asked with an amusing
laugh and passed the joint to Roxanne. Glenna didn’t seem to care,
one way or another, about what she obviously knew.
    “No shit.” Candy let out a sharp laugh. “I caught a
few of those myself.”
    Roxanne choked on the smoke, coughing. “I can’t
believe you two think that’s funny.” She handed the joint to
Candy.
    “Roxie…” Glenna said in a discerning tone, “I’m not
blind to the facts of what goes on when I’m not around. But I also
know…” She gave Roxanne one of those looks that said she wasn’t
worried, and in a controlled voice said, “when push comes to
shove…” She shrugged with a measure of confidence. “I come
first.”
    “And it doesn’t bother you?” Roxanne asked
doubtfully.
    Candy passed the joint to Glenna, saying nothing,
just following the conversation with an entertaining grin edging up
the corners of her mouth.
    “Not as long as Glen doesn’t flaunt it in my face,”
Glenna said. “You must understand.” She stopped long enough to take
a hit off the joint. “The groupies, they got one thing on their
minds.” She stopped again, holding her breath this time. An act
that allowed her to float away on the drug. “They want to screw a
musician. Any musician.” Slowly, Glenna blew the smoke out in a
long, lingering trail. “They put it right there in their faces. And
believe me, a stiff dick has no conscience.” There was no doubt in
her tone, no fear in her words. She handed the joint to Roxanne.
“And I’m not going to let some two-bit slut destroy my marriage,”
she added, in an almost vindictive tone.
    Roxanne toked on the joint and a disturbing thought
crossed her mind. Glenna not only knew about it—she accepted her
husband’s infidelity. Anxiety colored Roxanne’s thoughts with
visions of what Frank might be doing out on the road if she wasn’t
there. She tried to expel the ugly thoughts invading her head,
right along with the smoke as she exhaled and handed the joint to
Candy.
    “You got a clip?” Roxanne said to Candy.
    “Yeah.” Candy pulled a roach-clip from her purse and
clamped it onto the joint.
    Glenna picked up on Roxanne’s anxiety. “I’m not
saying that’s what Frank would do.” She had to get that notion out
of Roxanne’s head. Otherwise, Frank would hit the roof. “So don’t
go judging him by my husband’s actions.”
    Glenna