Page 101 of Nearly Roadkill
Sigh. I guess I’m the mother. How did I *know* it would lead to this? I’m 5… never mind what height I am.
—S.
To:Razorfun
From:Gyrl
Subj:You’re so brave
::gently:: It was just an idea. If it’s too much…
—W.
To:Gyrl
From:Razorfun
Subj:::eyes twinkling::
Oh, what the hell, it’s too outrageous to fail.
I tell ya, “drag” is a good name; the prospect doesn’t appeal to me at all. But you’re right, they won’t be looking for a nuclear family. Ok, I’ll meet you at the roller coaster. I’ll be the one sliding around reluctantly on high heels and tottering towards a tall man with a mustache, possibly accompanied by a young female teenager. But what about our little Toober: Will he go along with this?
—S.
To:Razorfun
From:Gyrl
Subj:Amurican
He doesn’t have much of a choice. He’ll be our shining daughter, full of hope and promise and mascara. Can’t wait to see you, and of course, what you will wear?! ::ducking::
—W.
To:Gyrl
From:Razorfun
Subj:IHOP
Oh, groan. Okay, but we need a bland, midwestern wash over the whole thing: We need to be invisible. No style, no glossy makeup.
I’ll pick you up for our getaway. Gawd knows I won’t be able to walk far in the kind of shoes I’m going to need.
—S.
P.S. You know, this is just another role. I mean, I’m nervous about meeting you in real time and all, but I love that we’re going in drag. We won’t be any different than hundreds of people facing their day in costume. Right? ::shudder:: I just hope this morph is as hard for you as it is for me.
To:Razorfun
From:Gyrl
Subj:This role
::smiling gently:: This role *is* hard for me, my love. ::softly:: I’m scared, but also relieved. We can put our theories to the test in real life, non?
—W.
