Barbara the Slut and Other People. Lauren Holmes

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      “Okay,” I said. On the way out I smiled at the elf. Beth rolled her eyes and said it was lame how I hit on her by asking about the chair.

      “I wasn’t hitting on her,” I said.

      “Oh please, Jason. I would recognize your lame moves through a brick wall.”

      “I swear. I didn’t even see that she was hot until after I said the thing about the chair.”

      “Whatever,” said Beth.

      “Where do you want to go next?” I said.

      “I think I’m fucking getting my period,” she said. “I need a cupcake or something.”

      We went to a gourmet store where I once accidentally got a cup of yogurt and granola for eleven dollars before an interview.

      “I think I want a cookie,” I said.

      “Me too,” she said.

      We decided to split one peanut butter and one ginger. After we paid we stood at the counter eating them. The peanut butter cookie was crunchy.

      “Damn,” I said. “It looked like it was going to be soft.”

      Beth took a bite of hers and chewed carefully. “It’s probably old.”

      “What? Why would it be old?”

      “Because it’s crunchy.”

      “Crunchy cookies can be not old,” I said.

      “I don’t think so,” said Beth. “No.”

      • • •

      Next we went to some special store that only had one kind of perfume. Beth’s friend ordered a sample and it never came, so Beth wanted to get it for her.

      The girl handed Beth a tiny vial, and Beth said, “It’s fifteen dollars, right?”

      “Wait, what?” I said.

      “It’s complimentary,” said the girl.

      “Oh my god, really?” said Beth. “Thank you so much.”

      “Sure,” said the girl. “Have a good day.”

      We left and Beth put the sample in her bag.

      “Tell me you weren’t just going to pay fifteen dollars for that,” I said.

      “Yeah I was,” said Beth.

      “Beth, come on. They give those out at every store. Kelly has like a hundred in the bathroom.”

      “I know, but this one was supposed to be fifteen dollars, Camille said so.”

      “There’s no way,” I said. “Come on, please be smart about this stuff.”

      “Well Camille really wanted it,” said Beth. “She waited for it to come in the mail for a month.”

      Beth was really killing me. I couldn’t even look at her on the way to the grocery store. She didn’t notice. We had had moments like this before. But today I felt really out of patience and I didn’t know why. I was supposed to be Mr. Patient. I would wait for you to stop cheating on me for years and years if you needed me to. That’s how fucking patient I am. When we got to the grocery store Beth said she wasn’t that hungry, and I wasn’t really either.

      We had a fight about whether to get rustic bread and cheddar cheese or white bread and American cheese, and finally Beth decided she wasn’t going to eat grilled cheese anyway. She only wanted to eat fruit for dinner. So I bought the white and American, frozen french fries, and a six-pack of sugar-free root beer for Kelly. Beth bought a fruit salad and at the last minute, some dumplings.

      The subway didn’t come for a long time. Neither of us was over our fight about the grilled cheese yet. Beth pointed out the rats running around the tracks like she was glad to see them. I missed that about her. Right before Tiffany’s semester in Italy, Tiffany and I stayed on a houseboat in Berlin. It was full of spiders. There were ten or twenty spiders on every surface. The bunk beds. The table. The chairs. Our suitcases. Our shoes. At least two or three hundred total. I counted more than eighty as I threw them out the window. I was sliding them onto pieces of paper and brushing them off into the water. It seemed like as many as I was throwing out were coming back in through the open window and under the door. Tiffany sat on the top bunk, whimpering and flicking any she could see with her long nails. Until she saw the webs on the ceiling, only a foot or two from her head. Her scream shook the boat. If I had been a spider I would have jumped out the window voluntarily. Instead I caught her arm as she threw herself off the bed. I hugged her and kissed her. That night was the last time we had sex. Tiff gave me an amazing blow job. She said it was because I saved her from the spiders, but I think it was because she knew it was the last time.

      Beth and I watched the rats in silence until the subway came. On the subway Beth said, “So, what about your bad dates?”

      “Oh,” I said. “You know. New York is weird.”

      “You should go back and ask that girl out.”

      “What girl?” I said.

      In a deep voice Beth said, “What kind of chair is this? It’s really comfortable but I bet it’s not as comfortable as your vagina.”

      The old man across the aisle looked up at us.

      I started to laugh. Beth started too. We cracked up for a minute. Then we stopped. We didn’t really have anything else to say.

      • • •

      When we got home, Kelly was making lanterns out of jam jars and wire and hanging them on the fire escape with candles in them.

      “That’s so beautiful,” said Beth.

      “Thanks,” said Kelly. “I hope they’re sturdy.”

      “How do you know if they’re sturdy or not?” said Beth.

      “I don’t,” said Kelly.

      “Well they’re beautiful,” said Beth. “I’m very impressed.”

      “Thanks.” Kelly smiled.

      I let Beth ask Kelly a million questions about lanterns and beaded chandeliers and stripping furniture. Since Kelly was Kelly, it was a win-win situation. I put the french fries in and constructed the grilled cheese. I wondered what to do about Beth’s dumplings.

      “Do you want me to warm up your dumplings?”

      “Yeah baby, warm up my dumplings,” she said. “No, I like to eat them cold.”

      When everything was ready she got them out of the fridge and started eating them out of the package. Then she went to the cabinet and took a glass down and held it up to the light and put it in the sink. She took another and did the same thing.

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