Leigh’s future
happiness is at stake.
Then It Dawns on Me
If high school cheerleaders
indulge in “instant pep,” college
squads probably start the party
earlier and keep it going well
after the game ends. Maybe
Heather and I have something
in common, after all.
But Leigh wouldn’t go near
the stuff, would she? Secrets
between lesbians?
Hunter’s still fussing
for attention. I go over
and take Leigh’s hand,
making sure to turn my back
to Heather. I look into
my sister’s eyes—bright
aqua, no sign of the monster
there. “Sorry. I must be
premenstrual. Come on.
I’ll introduce you to Hunter.”
I pull Leigh’s hand, then turn
back to Heather. Close
assessment of her violet-blue
eyes yields no definitive answers,
though her pupils do look dilated.
I force a wide smile.
“Guess you can come too.”