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Show Acting Alone pa g e 134 butter, pumpkin, bubblegum, and other weird flavors from the icky old bottom of the Baskin Robbins barrel. Shanny's bowl was full of black and pink and green goo, all rubbery around the edges. Simone saw to it that Shanny got an extra big helping, and loomed over her, saying that she had to eat every last bit of it because it was her fault that the Baskin Robbins truck crashed. But Shannon couldn't help it. Mean old Chaplain Wagstaff Bopp scared her with his doberman kill-dog. She'd been wandering around the convent one sleepless night with a Dairy Queen soft-serve cone that some of the kids from the K-State dorm brought her so they could have an excuse to come stare and giggle at the nuns like this was some kind of a zoo or something, and then the kids just took off as fast as they came and left Shannon all alone and hyper and sleepless. So she wandered into the kitchen and caught Chaplain Wagstaff Bopp and his stupid old dog with their hand in the jam jar. Chaplain Wagstaff Bopp whirled around and looked at her Bambi peejays and yelled, "Cover yourself, child!" real loud and shocked-like and crazy, and Liebchen (that's the dog) started slobbering like it was hungry for a piece out of somebody's butt. So Shanny stuck the wet part of her Dairy Queen soft-serve cone on the most convenient spot and ran away because she felt all butt-naked under the priest's eyes. But that was stupid, because her Bambi peejays were perfectly modest, not see-thru or anything. She wore them all the time in the rec room at the dorm, and there was tons of guys around there. Well, anyway, the most convenient spot to stick her Dairy Queen soft- |
