reached for some facial tissues.
“Remember my dad on Thanksgiving?” Lex chuckled. She had a way of seeing humor even through the bad times. “My mom didn’t always ruin our special times. Dad ruled as king of wreck-the-holidays long before her.”
“How could I forget? We must’ve been ten or eleven. Eddie, may he rest in peace, with his own rock-n-roll float in the Macy’s parade.” She held onto the sink to brace herself while she fixed the sock riding up in her snow boot.
“NBC producers didn’t expect to secure such an erotic pan shot. My dad being ridden by his backup singer as fifty million viewers tuned in at home.” Lex laughed.
“It’s nice to see you smile again.” As they crept closer to thirty, it became easier to poke fun at their childhood.
“I promise I’ll pay you back, Taddy, for my mom’s hospital visit…I will. Easton Essentials is taking off. The money will flow in soon.”
“Darling, if Birdie had kicked it six feet under, I’d say not to worry about reimbursement.” She pulled her close, fixing her hair and whispered, “With Birdie living on to wreak havoc—you’ll return every dollar plus ten percent interest.”
Lex pulled back. “You understand why Mom is this way—don’t you?” Tears streamed down her porcelain face.
“Eddie.” Taddy wiped her friend’s cheeks. Their parents’ bad choices sewed a common thread between them. Birdie had become Eddie’s fashion doll and life sacrifice. Her mother, Countess Irma, had lost herself and Taddy as her daughter a long time ago. Taddy couldn’t discern which felt worse, Birdie being a nut job but still keeping one foot in the game, or her mother sitting penthouse classy, going along with whatever her husband demanded but abandoning her kid. Either way, both women had left scars.
Lex shook her head and tried to answer her own question. “Yes…promise me something, Taddy.” Her best friend gazed at her with an expectation.
“Sure. Anything.”
“It’s obvious men screwed up our mother’s lives.”
“True.”
“Let’s do what Manhattanites do best—focus on our careers—not let a man ruin our opportunities for happiness.”
“Umm, dah.” To such an uncomplicated bestie request, she reassured, “No problem. We’ll swear off men together for future dating and relationships. But I’m still using ‘em for sex.” Taddy pushed her friend’s honey-colored bangs back one last time and positioned her to face the mirror. “Let’s try to have some fun.” She handed Lex a Baden Cosmetics lip gloss tube in the shade Double Penetration.
“Taddy—have you ever noticed as we get older we look more alike?” Jaw up, Lex leaned in and tilted her head to the side.
“We’ve always had similar bone structure, but different hair color. It’s the New York water.” Taddy smiled. “Let’s go.”
The departing monitors flashed two flights to tropical destinations.
“We have Palm Beach, Florida, or St. Barth’s, French West Indies. What’ll it be?” Taddy’s dream destination was made up, but she’d let Lex pick. She always did.
Lex made a slight sigh. “I don’t care. Anywhere warm and away from my mother. We can buy a few new outfits when we arrive.”
“I adore DILF porn, but not enough to go to Palm Beach. You?” Being mistaken as two young prostitutes strutting Worth Avenue wasn’t stacked in her good-time cards this holiday.
“What the heck is DILF porn?” Lex was so innocent, thanks to Birdie’s gilded cage.
“Dads I like to fuck—you never watch it?”
“Certainly not. What does your acronym have to do with Palm Beach?” Lex asked, searching her for an answer.
“The men in PB are gonna be older than my great-granddaddy. I don’t wanna spend the night with them in their adult diapers.” She broke into a fit of laughter, which relieved much of the stress that had piled high over the past week.
Her friend rolled her eyes. “You’re twisted, and you get that,
“Remember my dad on Thanksgiving?” Lex chuckled. She had a way of seeing humor even through the bad times. “My mom didn’t always ruin our special times. Dad ruled as king of wreck-the-holidays long before her.”
“How could I forget? We must’ve been ten or eleven. Eddie, may he rest in peace, with his own rock-n-roll float in the Macy’s parade.” She held onto the sink to brace herself while she fixed the sock riding up in her snow boot.
“NBC producers didn’t expect to secure such an erotic pan shot. My dad being ridden by his backup singer as fifty million viewers tuned in at home.” Lex laughed.
“It’s nice to see you smile again.” As they crept closer to thirty, it became easier to poke fun at their childhood.
“I promise I’ll pay you back, Taddy, for my mom’s hospital visit…I will. Easton Essentials is taking off. The money will flow in soon.”
“Darling, if Birdie had kicked it six feet under, I’d say not to worry about reimbursement.” She pulled her close, fixing her hair and whispered, “With Birdie living on to wreak havoc—you’ll return every dollar plus ten percent interest.”
Lex pulled back. “You understand why Mom is this way—don’t you?” Tears streamed down her porcelain face.
“Eddie.” Taddy wiped her friend’s cheeks. Their parents’ bad choices sewed a common thread between them. Birdie had become Eddie’s fashion doll and life sacrifice. Her mother, Countess Irma, had lost herself and Taddy as her daughter a long time ago. Taddy couldn’t discern which felt worse, Birdie being a nut job but still keeping one foot in the game, or her mother sitting penthouse classy, going along with whatever her husband demanded but abandoning her kid. Either way, both women had left scars.
Lex shook her head and tried to answer her own question. “Yes…promise me something, Taddy.” Her best friend gazed at her with an expectation.
“Sure. Anything.”
“It’s obvious men screwed up our mother’s lives.”
“True.”
“Let’s do what Manhattanites do best—focus on our careers—not let a man ruin our opportunities for happiness.”
“Umm, dah.” To such an uncomplicated bestie request, she reassured, “No problem. We’ll swear off men together for future dating and relationships. But I’m still using ‘em for sex.” Taddy pushed her friend’s honey-colored bangs back one last time and positioned her to face the mirror. “Let’s try to have some fun.” She handed Lex a Baden Cosmetics lip gloss tube in the shade Double Penetration.
“Taddy—have you ever noticed as we get older we look more alike?” Jaw up, Lex leaned in and tilted her head to the side.
“We’ve always had similar bone structure, but different hair color. It’s the New York water.” Taddy smiled. “Let’s go.”
The departing monitors flashed two flights to tropical destinations.
“We have Palm Beach, Florida, or St. Barth’s, French West Indies. What’ll it be?” Taddy’s dream destination was made up, but she’d let Lex pick. She always did.
Lex made a slight sigh. “I don’t care. Anywhere warm and away from my mother. We can buy a few new outfits when we arrive.”
“I adore DILF porn, but not enough to go to Palm Beach. You?” Being mistaken as two young prostitutes strutting Worth Avenue wasn’t stacked in her good-time cards this holiday.
“What the heck is DILF porn?” Lex was so innocent, thanks to Birdie’s gilded cage.
“Dads I like to fuck—you never watch it?”
“Certainly not. What does your acronym have to do with Palm Beach?” Lex asked, searching her for an answer.
“The men in PB are gonna be older than my great-granddaddy. I don’t wanna spend the night with them in their adult diapers.” She broke into a fit of laughter, which relieved much of the stress that had piled high over the past week.
Her friend rolled her eyes. “You’re twisted, and you get that,
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