CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
While the men worked out the plan, the queens lounged—as all great queens do—on the veranda, cocktails in hand. Though replace veranda with dirt-covered backyard and cocktails with vodka-filled mason jars, and you’d be much closer to the truth of it. Sadly, Creature remained sober and standing, the latter because she had little choice and the former because none of us had a clue as to how the radiation would mix with the booze. Though probably, we figured, it would be in a rather sizzling mess.
“So you and Max, huh?” said Blondella, turning my way.
I smartly and rather quickly changed the subject, looking to Kit instead. “So you and Steve, huh?”
Her face momentarily froze before her neck jerked Blondella’s way. “So you and Johnny, huh?” To which sh
