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Denver Cereal, Volume 1, Chapter Fourteen: Dread is a five-letter word (part one)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

(part one)

“I know, can you believe that crap? It’s that Valerie Lipson. I mean, who cares?” Sandy was saying as Jill opened the door to the apartment. “Hi, honey. How’s our Katy?”

“Asleep,” Jill said. Hoping to silence her friend, Jill held her arms out for a hug. Sandy hugged her.

“Oh, I know! She’s a total D-lister,” Heather said. “Hey, Jill, did you see the paparazzi around that mansion? The radio says it’s that soap slut Valerie Lipson. You know, ‘Denver’s own star.’”

“What’s she doing?” Tanesha asked. “Taking her clothes off again?”

The girlfriends laughed.

“Hi, you guys,” Jill said. “Why don’t you come in and meet my brother’s wife?”

Stepping out of the doorway, she raised her eyebrows in a “shut up” look. Her friends were so caught up in their world that they missed her signal.

“You know what Perez says …” Heather started. Her mouth fell open when she saw Valerie standing in the living room. “What? What?”

Heather stopped walking so suddenly that Sandy and Tanesha bumped into her.

“You’re right. I’m a total D-lister.” Valerie shrugged. “I don’t have any idea why anyone would give a shit what I do.”

The women gawked at Valerie.

“I’m Val,” Valerie said.

“Here’s my question,” Tanesha said. “Why would you work porn? I mean your daddy’s rich. Was it like a phase or some rebellion?”

“I never worked porn,” Valerie said. “Listen, you came to see Jill and Katy. I can just …”

“No,” Jill said. “I’m not going to kick Valerie out because you guys are being rude. Knock it off.”

“Well, I want to know,” Tanesha said. She put her hands on her hips as if she wouldn’t give it up until her question was answered. “I mean, every girl has a chance to do porn. I have. Jill has. And we needed the money. Why did you?”

“I never worked in the adult entertainment industry.” Val’s hands bounced her ‘A’ cup breasts. “Don’t really have the parts, now do I?”

“I saw those pictures,” Sandy said. “You’re bigger in the pictures.”

“I was pregnant in the pictures,” Valerie said. She shook her head slightly. “My husband was deployed to the Middle East. I took those pictures for him. The pictures were forcibly removed from him. They were sold to the press by my stepsister.”

“Trevor’s whore?” Heather asked.

Valerie nodded.

“She sucks.” Sandy had a sheepish expression on her face. “Why does Perez hate you so much?”

“He has a crush on a friend of mine … You know, my first ex-fiancé? Sean?” Valerie shrugged. “He thinks I’m keeping him from his true love.”

“Oh,” Heather said. “Sorry. We didn’t mean to …”

“It’s all right.” Valerie shook her head. “If people believe this stuff, I need to get used to explaining my life. It’s just complicated, you know?”

The women nodded their heads in unison.

“Well, that Wes?” Tanesha said. “You know, I never liked that man. I always thought he was … slimy. And too old. I bet he has to take those blue pills.”

“TANESHA!” Jill’s horrified voice echoed in the small apartment.

“Uh-huh,” Sandy and Heather said in unison. “We thought that too.”

Valerie laughed at the truth reflected to her in these strangers’ faces.

“I especially don’t like him now,” Heather said. “I mean, you seem so nice. And he’s just … blech.”

“Why?”

“He is not saying nice things about you,” Tanesha said.

Val’s took a quick breath. “How bad?”

“Bad,” Tanesha said.

Sandy and Heather’s heads bobbed up and down.

The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…

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