Drag Strip (31 page)

Nailor snorted, stifling a laugh.

“Don't move,” I whispered. “It isn't safe just yet.” Nailor's body went limp against mine; well, sort of limp. “Raydean,” I said, “put the gun down, honey. You know how Pat is about weapons.”

Raydean slowly lowered the shotgun. She stood there on her stoop, her stockings sagging down around her ankles, the pockets of her faded pink housedress stuffed with balled-up tissues and gun magazines.

“First I got to contend with a Flemish invasion, and now I got to put up with
her.
It just ain't fair.”

Raydean was firmly convinced that the Flemish were alien beings. It was a delusion that, thus far, not even medication could remove. But Raydean is my friend, and a useful ally upon occasion, and if believing in a Flemish invasion is one of her minor quirks, well then let he who is without neurosis cast the first stone.

Pat walked the length of the street, right out in the middle, like a gunslinger at high noon. She walked slow, probably because her arthritis was bothering her. At seventy, Pat was the only woman I knew who was still physically able to do the hard manual labor that comes of running a charter fishing boat. She is tenacious.

Pat was taking in the scene, her snow-white hair gleaming in the early-morning sunlight, her work jeans on, yellow rubber gloves hanging off a tool belt that stretched around her ample waist. Pat wasn't about to take any shit off Raydean.

She strolled up, stopped, and looked over at Raydean, who had dropped the gun and was standing like a sullen schoolgirl at the top of her stoop.

“Let's go on now,” Pat said, her eyes never leaving Raydean's face.

“Tomorrow,” Raydean said.

“You said that yesterday and where did it get us?” Then Pat looked over at Nailor lying on top of me, a long sigh escaping her lips. “If you two are going to monkey around, the least you could do would be to take it out of the gutter and into the bedroom. Why do you think trailer parks have such a poor reputation? Really, Sierra!”

Nailor, sensing that the dangerous moment had passed, slowly rose up and helped me to my feet. My leg gave way again and I staggered against him, drawing the attention of both women.

“Sierra, are you injured?” Pat asked quietly.

“Naw, that'un's taking advantage of her good nature and easy ways,” Raydean interjected.

“I got shot,” I said.

“In the line of duty?” Raydean's antenna was aquiver at the possibility of further alien activity.

“Yes, Raydean, in the line of duty. I was leaving work when someone shot another dancer and hit me, too.”

Pat's face grew worried. She sees herself as my surrogate mother and doesn't particularly fancy my line of work.

Nailor broke in. “I'm working on getting her inside and into bed,” he said.

“Oh, I can see that!” Raydean crowed.

Pat shook her head and motioned to Raydean. “Come on, honey. Let's go. We'll deal with Sierra's situation later.” She meant afterward, after Raydean was back on the planet and calmer heads could prevail.

I sighed and leaned heavily against Nailor. “You know,” I whispered, “in my condition, I really shouldn't be left alone.”

Nailor chuckled and I felt his arm tighten around my waist. Oh yes, I thought, I most definitely don't need to be left alone.

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Copyright © 1999 by Nancy Bartholomew Long.

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