“A woman’s duty, isn’t that right, Lourde?” The wife said, rolling her eyes. “I can’t tell you how many boring dinners I’ve been to.”
“I’m suddenly feeling ill,” Lourde said, fanning herself.
Quickly, I scanned her. What was wrong? Her mouth edged into a sly grin.
I laughed. “Sure you are.”
“So nice to meet you all.” She turned to her new friends and kissed their cheeks before waving goodbye. I watched the women as they wished they had the same natural and flawless body she did.
We were walking along the marina when she turned to me. “So dinner, huh?” she questioned, gripping my elbow as she nearly tripped on the hardwood plank.
“I had to get off that boat.”
“Ah, I see.” We walked in silence for a few more minutes.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Famished. There were only little canapes on the boat, and if I have any more champagne, I’ll float away.”
“Well, we don’t want that now. Who’ll give me splendid head if you’re not here?”
“Barrett! Shh!”
I didn’t give a fuck. The strangers that walked past us were just that, strangers. Plus, if it meant I got to see the faint dusting of blush creep on her cheeks, I’d shout it from the rooftops.