CHAPTER 37
“Make sure you tie your laces real tight,” Becks advises while sitting on the bottom step of her front porch in her new sapphire rollerblading outfit.
For many years Becks has shared a wonderful ninety-year-old house in the Beaches with four other flight attendants. It works out well as they are rarely all at home at the same time. The arrangement of roommates and pecking order of bedrooms comes and goes, mostly with little rancor. Except, that is, for William Rentower, who they had jointly tossed off the back balcony with his suitcase, circa Christmas 1984.
Lary explains while tying her laces, “The Dude says this is real easy once you get the hang of it.” She stands up, tentatively clinging onto the wooden porch rails, and adjusting the straps of her helmet.
Becks soon join
