Page 79 of Coup De Grâce
“Red would say you have the tits and ass for it. That’s really all you need.”
“He has to like my tits and ass. I’m his wife.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not true,” Quinn answered, seemingly lost in thought. “You know what I miss right now?”
“Hmm?”
“The sound of my parents arguing. Isn’t that weird?”
“Considering they sound like the Costanzas? Absolutely.” Her parents had the most annoying voices on the face of the planet, yet there was an odd comfort in hearing them argue.
“Maybe I should stop moving around so much,” she added thoughtfully. “You know, Scottie puts up with a lot. Maybe it’s time for me to stop.”
I sat up on my elbows, looking over at her admonishingly. “Are you kidding? Scottie leaves all the time on jobs. He risks his life every time he flies that plane. How many crashes has he been in now?”
She shrugged. “I know, but chasing volcanoes and studying rocks…I’m not as much in love with it as I used to be. And let’s face it, the time for running is long over.”
“You could become a professor at the university. It’s not that far away.”
“I suppose. But then I’d have to deal with students. I’m not sure I could handle that.”
“I think if I get out of here, I want to open my own film studio. I’m tired of making movies for other people, doing what they want instead of what I want.”
Sarah snorted in amusement. “Don’t tell the guys. You’ll never have control over your films again.”
“True. Oh God, Dash and FNG would take over. They’d ruin everything.”
“And you know they would want to be in them. You remember how bad Brock was in the last film you made? His good looks couldn’t make up for his lack of talent.”
“And Thumper would try to make every scene an emotional conflict,” I laughed. “What’s my character’s thought process?” I mocked.
“Well, if I get out of here, I’m having a Chicago dog,” Sarah sighed. “It’s been so long since I’ve had one. I miss them so much.”
I pushed up on my elbows again and glared at her. “That’s your big revelation? We’re stuck in an elevator, about to die, and you want a Chicago dog?”
“Hey, they’re really good, and we can’t all have amazing dreams to take over the world. Some of us have to settle for the simple things in life.”
“Like Chicago dogs,” I laughed.
“Well, they’re really good, and you can’t get them just anywhere. A lot of people screw them up,” she argued.
That was true. Maybe I needed to focus on the simple things. Like getting out of here and being able to see my kids again. “If I get out, I’m installing a huge tub in my bathroom and taking an hour-long bath every night.”
“Ooh, me too.” Sarah rolled to face me, her eyes lit up despite the darkness settling around us. “And locks on the doors so the kids can’t burst in and ask me where the ketchup is.”
“Right? And I’m going to schedule a spa day. My vagina is turning into a hairy beast.”
Quinn smacked me as she laughed. “Watch it. You’re still on camera.”
“Like anyone’s actually watching. Besides, it’s the truth. Maybe what we need is a little honesty for the people out there who lie about everything to seem perfect.”
“Like our supposed friends who seem to have the perfect life on social media?” Sarah laughed. “Yes! How about this for an honest truth?” she said, sitting up to look directly into the camera. “Women do not appreciate being groped every second of the day. Yes, we love for our husbands to let us know they love us, but geez, if I’m putting away the dishes, that is not the time to walk up behind me and grab my boobs!”
“Or how about when you walk up to them to ask them a question?” I added. “It’s like they see you and automatically assume you’re there to get felt up. The hands go right to the boobs.”
“Or my vagina!” Quinn shouted. “Seriously, is there a sign on my forehead that says,If I walk up to you, grab my vagina?”
“And just because I tell my husband I’m going to take a shower, that does not mean it was an invitation,” I huffed. “I swear, I tell Red that I’m going to take a shower, and he asks if I need help. Seriously? I’ve been taking a shower my entire life. I think I can handle this!”
