Lessons for those without sisters
We’re making out quietly against the auditorium back wall. From the silence…….click, click, click from the hall. <gotta admit, it was WAY cool to be making out when people were going about their day mere feet away> Into my mouth, she whispers, “I’ll bet anything that’s stupid Veronica.”
I’m cynical. “Oh yea, sure.”
“Girls know how to walk quietly in heels and how to show them off by walking loud. Veronica always walks loud and slow, so she broadcasts herself.”
“And you know what shoes she’s wearing?”
“No, I’m not that good. A girl with sense breaks in heels before wearing them to school. I took my shoes out in the alley at night and walked so dad wouldn’t see me. Doug thought it was funny as hell.”
“The blue ones?”
“All of them. We call straps on shoes ‘curb feelers’ ’cause it helps keep them on your feet so you don’t stumble like an idiot.”
This somehow led to a lecture on shoe styles and what patent leather was. “Jeez, didn’t your mother keep up with styles?”
I think. “No, she wears flat shoes, lots of pants and long skirts.”
“Luckily, I have an aunt who stays current and can buy me stuff. My mom likes to dress up, but she’d prefer I be more boring. My aunt reads this magazine called Cosmopolitan, heard of it?
“No,” I laugh, “My old man would never allow mom to read a magazine about women.”
“It has a lot of good stuff, but I have to hide it under my bed.”
She pauses, looks in my eyes. “You know, one of the articles I read was pretty interesting. It said sometimes a girl has to make the first move.”
“I think that woman had some good ideas. ” We start up again.