campus.â
âWow. That sounds serious.â
Heather laughed. âI give us two months.â
âWhy two months exactly?â
âWhat? Oh, I donât know. Weâre going to this big bash on New Yearâs Eve, for one thing. This dance. Strauss waltzes and champagne and pink balloons released at midnight. Iâm on the committee, so Iâm really obligated to show up with a date.â
âDo you know how to waltz?â
âOf course.â
Margaret stared at her. âYou guys waltz? Wow. What is thisâa new thing?â
âItâs not that big a deal, Margaret. Itâs kind of fun, and itâs very good exercise.â She picked at the chenille bedspread. âTimmyâs not crazy about it, actually, but what the hell.â
âSoâyou mean you want to break up with this guy but you canât because youâre on the committee for this dance and youâve got likeâtickets for it?â
âYeahâthatâs roughly it. The tickets are fifty apiece.â
âFifty dollars?â
âAnd I have this dress.â
âWhat kind of dress? A formal?â Margaret sat up, as if she were about to take notes. What a pain in the neck she must be in class.
âWell, itâs long.â Heather thought of what the dress had cost herâthe hole it had put in her checkbook. It had been a mistakeâall of it: tickets, dress, Timmy, life. There theyâd be at the dance, herself in the dress, Timmy bored and refusing to talk to anyone. The hell with him. She would talk to Rob Berglund, her committee head. And after the dance she would tell Timmy: Happy New Year, the time has come. âAnd Iâve got long white kid gloves to go with it,â she said.
âOh my God.â Margaret flopped back on the bed again. âThis is another world. I donât think I want to go to college.â She reached under the pillow and brought out a flat tin box. Inside were three neatly rolled joints and a book of matches. âWant some?â
âActually, they sent me up here to get you.â
âThey can wait.â Margaret held out the box. âHere.â
âIâm not really into this stuff at the moment, Margaret.â
âYou donât do drugs out there?â
âNot really.â
âNot even pot?â
Heather said, âFrankly, Iâve got better things to do.â This was intermittently true.
âI suppose you canât get high and waltz at the same time.â Margaret held out the box. âCome on. You donât have to be into it to smoke it once in a while. On special occasions, like when your relatives are bugging you.â
âOh, all right.â The matchbook said Café Algiers in gold script on black. Heather knew that was a place in Cambridge. She wondered what Margaretâs life was like. She struck a match and inhaled, passed the joint to Margaret. She hadnât smoked pot in a while, and she hoped desperately that it wouldnât make her sick. She still felt queasy from the breakfast sheâd had at the motel.
Margaret inhaled like a pro and said, âPotent stuff, nâestce pas ?â
âWhere do you kids get dope?â
âMy friend Taraâs brother brought this back from Mexico.â
âWhat a coincidence. My brotherâs in Mexico right now.â
Margaret pretended to cough and pounded herself on the chest. âExcuse me, Heather, but I really canât stand your brother, if you want my honest opinion.â
âI donât, thanks, actually.â
They smoked in a slightly hostile silence. The dope was making Heather feel better, oddly enough, but it seemed wrong to her that Margaret had been the one to offer itâthis teenage whiz kid who, except for the weird hair and makeup, looked like she should still be playing with her Barbiesâexcept that she knew perfectly well Margaret had never played with a Barbie
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