Page 8 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
Wrecker grabbed the tray and set it on the table.Meg peeled the shrink wrap off and set the dip beside it.
I ripped open the crackers and arranged them around the tray.“Should I go get my blender?”I asked, suddenly feeling like I hadn’t contributed enough.
“No,” Wrecker and Meg said in unison.
I blinked at them.
“Save the blender for tomorrow night, babe,” Wrecker said.“I don’t think our first night should be rip-roaring drunk by the pool before we even have dinner.”
“Is that a shark-coochie board?”Greta hollered from the pool.
“Shark?”Adley called.
“Coochie?”Raven echoed.
I turned slowly to look at the older ladies.One had set down her book, and the other was peering at us over her oversized sunglasses.
Please don’t let them be Karens.Please.
Greta climbed out of Bear’s arms and swam to the steps.One by one, the rest of the crew followed, dripping wet and laughing as they grabbed towels from the stack.
“These are nice, Alice,” Reva said sweetly, draping hers over her shoulders.“I could wear this thing as a shawl if it gets cold.”
Greta threw hers over her back like a cape.“Yup, very fashionable.”
Everyone laughed and descended on the tray of food.Greta grabbed a cracker stacked with cheese and sausage, shoved it into her mouth, and turned to the ladies across the pool.
“You gals want some shark-coochie?”she called.
Dear Lord.She really was me and Meg combined.
“Shark?”asked the one in the yellow swim coverup.
“Coochie?”the other repeated, blinking.
Meg stood, holding in a laugh.“Charcuterie.Greta can’t say big words.”
Yellow Coverup scoffed.“Sounds like your dumbass ex Fred, Glenna.I was always surprised he could tie his shoes, let alone string three words together.”
Glenna shrugged.“He was good in the sack, Dottie.The power of the penis.”
Greta, for the first time since I had known her, was speechless.
“Is that Meg and Alice in ten years?”Reva whispered, trying not to laugh.
“All they need is purple hair,” Wendy said.
“And a dumbass ex named Fred,” Raven added.
“Hunter,” King grunted from his chair.“Fits the dumbass description.”
“Glenna is Meg, and Dottie is Alice,” Adley declared.
Meg grinned.“Y’all get over here and grab a snack already!”
The two women stood and set their books aside.Glenna adjusted her turquoise sunglasses while Dottie pulled her coverup tighter and fluffed her silver-blonde curls.
“Well, I never turn down food or fun,” Dottie said as they walked over.
