Holly came out of the shower too1 picking up another towel. “Asshole isn’t the word,” she said.

“Debbie is like all the bad news in the daily paper crammed together on one page. She’s a baby-just sixteen-and she’s always getting straight A’s in school, and the last time I saw her, three or four years ago, I punched her in the mouth and fucked up her braces and Daddy took his bit to my tail, and for all I care, she could fucking die, but-” her voice took on an even more sorrowful tone-”Mom says that the only way I can go camping with you is if we take Debbie along. Otherwise, scratch it”

“Jesus,” Lisa moaned, throwing her towel across the room with a vengeance. “If that isn’t the shittiest thing I ever heard of! What the fuck are we supposed to do?" Holly shook her head. “Is she really that bad?” Holly nodded. “Well, how can you be sure? I mean, you haven’t seen her for three or-four years.”

“You don’t forget something like that. She’s a fat redhead with freckles and braces. And a turd.”

Lisa sighed. She leaned against the sink cabinet; picked up her drawstring bag and tucked the well-used vibrator inside. Get some more batteries, she reminded herself. The machine had enjoyed a hearty workout today. “Maybe she’s changed.

And if she hasn’t, maybe we can lose her in the woods. They’ll find her bones next spring, after the wolves and buzzards have feasted on her.” Holly giggled; obviously she found the idea appealing. “Aw, I was just kidding! But if she gets in our way, we can just tell her to take a walk. Or you can punch her out again. Goddamn it, something always comes up to fuck you in the ass, just when you have it all planned!” She squealed. “And I didn’t mean your finger, Hollyhocks! Take it out of there right now, or I’ll-”