brittle wings and things

I always try to wait my turn patiently ........
not in a moment like this tho.
I have a couple chocolate milks and sandwiches for me and the youngest and I'm standing in line waiting to check out. as I look around at all the people ( a habit i learned when i was a much younger much more illegal gurl) i spot her through the windows of the QuickTrip. an involuntary shutter rages through me at the shear idea of the drama i know is coming. the pair of them are at least sober enough to walk. he has taken to this paul buyon look as of late sporting an empressive beard and baggy jeans while she has surrendered the temptress look and gone for this boheimian sheek thing(aka charity clothes in layers). as I prayed they hadn't seen me yet I begged the man in front of me to let me cut in line no such luck. i look up an he is wearing a hearing aid and she has already wrapped her whole body around me. "Oh My GOD baby how are you? me an him are doing great. hows the kids? are you doing well in school? of course you are you are probably the smartest person i know next to him." I am starting to feel like an ass for wanting to avoid her but she cures me quickly when she turns and sees some kid checking out on the other side of the counter. he has his hands full of laffy taffy and looks .. well about 15. "oh it's you mother fucker don't think i don't recognize you." she says in a matter of fact tone. he looks up at her and you can tell by the look on his face he has delt with her before. instinctualy i play through the possiblities of the scenerio in my head. I come up with ideas like maybe he vandalized something of theirs or stold something.. i wasn't ready for what came next. " honey thats him thats him" she says fervently to her lover "thats the one that raped me. aren't you going to do something about it?" her lover says calmly to the counter guy could you please call the police? the counter guy agrees and she gets mad as fuck.
"that man raped me and you want to call the police? i thought you loved me you cowardly peice of shit. fine i'll kick his ass myself!" up till now she has ahold of my coat sleeve. she lets go and i hastly pay for my things and try to get out the door. I can't get out tho because one of the counter guys two strangers and her lover are having a confrontation in front of the doors with this band of like 4 or 5 15 year old kids. it isn't physical yet the adult men know better what with the boys being so obviously underage. she is some how weeping about her trama with out shedding a tear and or for that matter appearing even remotely sencere. another guy from behind the counter says hey why aren't you helping your friend she has a right to be upset? an older black woman pipes up "cuz that junkie bitch is obviously full of shit.. thats why ain't nobody cares." I hold up two fingers and the man says ask whats that mean ? a biker guy says "she means she seconds that notion" the girl is crawling all over me bawling and screaming with the most transparent angst you have ever seen. the older black woman sees my utter revulsion and takes pitty on me i suppose because she grabs my arm and yanks on me hard pulling me out of the girls grasp . she drags me through the crowd of guys at the front door yelling "the first one of you craker faggots lays a hand on me is gonna taste some evil" i think thats one helluva quote there. the 15 year old boys use the distraction to make a break for it I do as well making it to the van as the boys beat a hasty retreet i can't help but notice that for rapeists they sure are making an awful lot of effort to not knock over the old women who are at the end off the side walk gawkin the whole scene.
sigh
for more info on these two "characters" see of needles and wings.