“We are the war!” Jackie jumped up and stared into the mottled mirror. “We are what gets taken.”
The girls lifted their eyebrows.
Jackie saw them in the mirror. “Get away!” Jackie yelled. “I don’t hang out with stupid girls who ask for it.”
Sher looked at the back of a chair, embarrassed for Tricia or Jackie or whoever she was at the moment.
Kris leaned into her cousin. “Let’s…”
“Assholes!” Jackie shouted, flinging her empty Tab bottle against the wall. She opened the door, stared into the hall, glanced back through the windows at the alley, and then slammed the door behind her. She forgot about the girls, hitting the street full stride. No one would f**k with her that night.
Cars and cabbies tooted at one another or squealed to another part of town as the rain returned, falling arou
