Chapter Fourteen
Girls’ Night Out
Sexy is as sexy does.
Helen did come after all, very late and distressed. She had been held up at the police station for verbally abusing a parking attendant.
We were sitting about the campfire at the time: Neff, the Bag Lady, her pal Betty, Neff’s pal Mavis, and Iona, who had joined the belly dancing troupe when it was all but finished.
Baby Bea had spent the night being passed from one woman to another, each with their own special baby talk. Except for Neff; she didn’t do babies.
Instead, she asked me if I was still doing my hip circles and insisted on a show.
“She’s breastfeeding,” said Mavis. “That’s supposed to put things back into order.”
“Not like belly dancing,” said Neff.
Mavis filled everyone’s glass, and as the wine flowed, the women mo
