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my blue
eye. I tried to make the hazel one match it, but it didn’t happen.
My powers were still intact. I made my left ear smaller and my nose
wider. I was able to reverse the changes at will, but that one
lousy hazel eye had settled in for the duration. I made my jaw
square like a man’s and changed it back. I changed my hair color
from auburn to blonde and then back again, so I knew that I had
control over pigmentation. I tried to work on my left eye again,
nothing.
It was a good thing I loved my new shades so
much. I threw them on before I ventured outdoors and was determined
not to take them off for any reason.
Anyway, with the discrepant eyeballs and all,
I really needed something to cheer me up; you know, buy yourself a
little bauble to help wash away the blues. What the hell , I
reasoned, let’s put a deposit down on a new BMW. Now if any
of you can shoot a hole in logic like that, speak now or forever
hold . . . didn’t think so. Game on with Plan A.
Gabi met me just after eleven, which I
figured was a good time for a member of the nouveau riche to be
picked up. The agenda was BMW shopping and then I would treat Gabi
to a chic meal. Gabi and I didn’t get the opportunity to eat in
many swanky restaurants, so I figured it would be a thrill. By the
way, Gabi didn’t know about any of this, not about the new infusion
of cash or my plans for the day. As far as she knew, we were just
hanging out.
Gabi was smartly attired in her warm-weather
best, which consisted of jeans and a loose fitting top. She did a
spin to show off her outfit. “What do you think?”
“Totally fashionable. You’re the quintessence
of Suffolk County couture.”
“Girlfriend, I’m digging the new shades. Tar-zhay ?”
“No,” I said pretending to have been
offended. I answered in my best gansta voice. “These ain’t
no Target Store bargains, these be Bollé.”
“Get out, really? They knockoffs?”
“No, they ain’t knockoffs.”
“Where’d you score those?”
“At the mall, sista . Used my debit
card and everything.”
“You hit the lottery and not tell me?”
“Small windfall. Hey, you want to do
something crazy? Let’s go car shopping. I totally want to check out
a convertible BMW.” I pushed up my boobs. “I didn’t wear the Wonder
Bra for nothing. Let’s have some fun.”
“Girl, have you lost your mind? French
sunglasses and German sports cars: what’s going on here?”
“I can’t tell you; just go with it okay? And
I’m thinking about hitting Pace’s for lunch.”
“I can’t afford that place.”
“I got it, I got it. No worries, your BFF be
picking up the tab today, no worries, my sista .”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am so sure. Let’s just have some fun
for once. We’re either working or studying all the time—I just want
to feel like a rich girl for one day.”
Gabi smiled this full-moon smile; I mean it
stretched ear to ear. “Okay, I can dig it. Where are we heading,
the BMW dealer over in Smithtown?”
“Absolutely. There’s a hot little Space Gray
128 convertible I’ve been drooling over. Let’s drop the top and
take it for a spin.”
“You think they’ll let us take a BMW for a
drive? I mean we’re driving up to the dealer’s front door in a
smart car. It doesn’t exactly scream discretionary income”
“Really, you don’t think two Suffolk County
girls pulling up in a red Cozy Coupe is going to give the car
salesman a woody?”
“Nah-ah!”
“Bitch, I got the fancy sunglasses, the
knockoff Prada bag, and my outlet center Seven Jeans. I got
cleavage, pumps, and a willing smile—ain’t no way they’re gonna
turn us away.”
“I love it when you scheme like that.”
“A sick mind is a terrible thing to waste,” I
giggled and settled back in my seat. Gabi put the smart car in
gear, and we rolled away from the curb. “I just need to blow off a
little steam. Been a rough couple days.” I sighed. “At least the
criminal case is over.”
Gabi mashed
eye. I tried to make the hazel one match it, but it didn’t happen.
My powers were still intact. I made my left ear smaller and my nose
wider. I was able to reverse the changes at will, but that one
lousy hazel eye had settled in for the duration. I made my jaw
square like a man’s and changed it back. I changed my hair color
from auburn to blonde and then back again, so I knew that I had
control over pigmentation. I tried to work on my left eye again,
nothing.
It was a good thing I loved my new shades so
much. I threw them on before I ventured outdoors and was determined
not to take them off for any reason.
Anyway, with the discrepant eyeballs and all,
I really needed something to cheer me up; you know, buy yourself a
little bauble to help wash away the blues. What the hell , I
reasoned, let’s put a deposit down on a new BMW. Now if any
of you can shoot a hole in logic like that, speak now or forever
hold . . . didn’t think so. Game on with Plan A.
Gabi met me just after eleven, which I
figured was a good time for a member of the nouveau riche to be
picked up. The agenda was BMW shopping and then I would treat Gabi
to a chic meal. Gabi and I didn’t get the opportunity to eat in
many swanky restaurants, so I figured it would be a thrill. By the
way, Gabi didn’t know about any of this, not about the new infusion
of cash or my plans for the day. As far as she knew, we were just
hanging out.
Gabi was smartly attired in her warm-weather
best, which consisted of jeans and a loose fitting top. She did a
spin to show off her outfit. “What do you think?”
“Totally fashionable. You’re the quintessence
of Suffolk County couture.”
“Girlfriend, I’m digging the new shades. Tar-zhay ?”
“No,” I said pretending to have been
offended. I answered in my best gansta voice. “These ain’t
no Target Store bargains, these be Bollé.”
“Get out, really? They knockoffs?”
“No, they ain’t knockoffs.”
“Where’d you score those?”
“At the mall, sista . Used my debit
card and everything.”
“You hit the lottery and not tell me?”
“Small windfall. Hey, you want to do
something crazy? Let’s go car shopping. I totally want to check out
a convertible BMW.” I pushed up my boobs. “I didn’t wear the Wonder
Bra for nothing. Let’s have some fun.”
“Girl, have you lost your mind? French
sunglasses and German sports cars: what’s going on here?”
“I can’t tell you; just go with it okay? And
I’m thinking about hitting Pace’s for lunch.”
“I can’t afford that place.”
“I got it, I got it. No worries, your BFF be
picking up the tab today, no worries, my sista .”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am so sure. Let’s just have some fun
for once. We’re either working or studying all the time—I just want
to feel like a rich girl for one day.”
Gabi smiled this full-moon smile; I mean it
stretched ear to ear. “Okay, I can dig it. Where are we heading,
the BMW dealer over in Smithtown?”
“Absolutely. There’s a hot little Space Gray
128 convertible I’ve been drooling over. Let’s drop the top and
take it for a spin.”
“You think they’ll let us take a BMW for a
drive? I mean we’re driving up to the dealer’s front door in a
smart car. It doesn’t exactly scream discretionary income”
“Really, you don’t think two Suffolk County
girls pulling up in a red Cozy Coupe is going to give the car
salesman a woody?”
“Nah-ah!”
“Bitch, I got the fancy sunglasses, the
knockoff Prada bag, and my outlet center Seven Jeans. I got
cleavage, pumps, and a willing smile—ain’t no way they’re gonna
turn us away.”
“I love it when you scheme like that.”
“A sick mind is a terrible thing to waste,” I
giggled and settled back in my seat. Gabi put the smart car in
gear, and we rolled away from the curb. “I just need to blow off a
little steam. Been a rough couple days.” I sighed. “At least the
criminal case is over.”
Gabi mashed
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