Page 70 of Sombra
After a delicious dinner with soup, pasta, and lots of vegetables, Trent and I lounge on the couch watchingan old movie from the 1970s with extraordinarily huge cars driving fast in a lot of chases, while Kim insists on helping Dani clean up. They shooed me and Trent out of the kitchen, although we offered to help. I think they just want to talk to each other.
Trent shakes his head when a vehicle the size of a bus goes off the cliff and explodes. “Spanish TV is hilarious.”
“This was originallyAmerican. We don’t have the resources to make movies like you do in the United States.”
“I think Spain has so many untapped resources,” says Dani, wiping her hands on a towel and picking up a glass of wine. “The world wants Spanish things. Not just your olive oil, but your way of life. Your way of thinking. Your culture and music and stories.”
Does the world want to hear my music?Want me to show my voice? My guitar? My dance? My art?
In my alcohol-enhanced brain, I think it’s a good idea.
While Trent and I watch the movie, Dani and Kim sit at the table and talk about tattoos and makeup and dying hair. In between car chases and laughing with Trent, I see Dani show her tattoos to Kim. Then she and Dani go into the bathroom together.
Trent and I exchangea glance. We’re both thinking dirty thoughts that every man thinks when two women go into the bathroom together. Then we both smile and go back to watching the movie.
I don’t know how long they’re in the bathroom, but the movie finishes and we watch the next one. I hear the sound of water running. A hair dryer. Muffled giggles.
It’s getting late.
When Kim emerges, my heartgoes into my ears. She’s Marilyn Monroe with multicolored hair—a rockabilly bombshell. With her polka dot shirt and white skirt, she’s taken her sweet, all-American look and put an edge to it. Her makeup is dark, sultry, with black around her eyes that make the hazel even more green than before, and her lips perfect and shiny.
I’m fighting a chubby.
“Well? What do you think?” Kimasks, twisting and picking at her lip, spinning around, fluffing her hair. “Dani had this wax dye that colors your hair, so we made it unicorn.”
It’s pink, green, purple, and blue, in a pretty pattern where the purple is on top and the other colors show when she lifts up her hair.
I think I can’t stand another second without her.
I rise from the couch and address Trent andDani, giving them a bow. “Thank you for dinner. We will return the favor, and we’ll see you soon.”
Trent smirks, and Dani claps her hands. “Kim! I told you he’d love it! See you guys later.”
I turn to Kim. “I like your hair like that. Let’s get you home.”
