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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 155 around to see if anybody saw us; then I realize I am not going back to the party. I can do everything there is to do, dance, find soda in the washing machine, stand up straight, not gobble the potato chips, but I cannot walk back around that trellis and have Fenn smile at me again with his big fake face, what I do is look at my shoes, those little tassels. I find the redwood side gate which is six feet tall, but I can't work the old latch, so I pull and scramble up and finally place a foot on top of it to climb over. But, with one of my legs still hanging and kicking, the gate starts to swing open. I can't do anything but ride it around until it stops against the house, and I find myself looking in the bathroom window. Carol Wilkes is sitting in there knee to knee with Linda, who is sitting on the tub, and they are talking like two maniacs planning an escape. Linda has her hands over both of her ears as if to hold her head together, I guess, and, though I can't hear a word they say, it is the one time in my life when I am sure that somebody is talking about me. It isn't until Carol reaches around to flush that I realize she's sitting on the toilet. |