She was a little kid with new toys to play with. Wheee! Her heart sang.
Patty looked over at her from where she sat on her bed. Smiled. “Who's first?” she asked.
“You have a fight this evening,” Clarice reminded her, smirking at the obvious disappointment. “You don't need an open wound on you. It could get infected.”
“Tomorrow then?”
“Sure.”
“That means Yolanda gets first dibs,” she said sullenly.
“If she has the cash.”
“I do,” Yolanda said, walking into the cubicle. She sat next to Patty and smiled at the scowling giant. Her white Bob Barker shoes kicked back and forth several inches off the floor with girlish delight. She was rarely first in line for anything, and was determined to enjoy every second of this.
“You still want the pistol and roses?” Clarice asked her.
“Yeah,” she
