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around in her purse and came out
with a joint and fired it up. After taking a couple of hits, she
passed it to Candy.
    Candy took it, toked on it and passed it to
Roxanne.
    Roxanne wasn’t sure what to do. She hadn’t smoked
any weed since they’d left Tennessee.
    Oh, well … She gave in to temptation and took
the joint from Candy. Besides, what could it hurt?
    After a few hits, Glenna left the joint to her
newfound friends and concentrated on a tote bag sitting in a corner
near the door. She took out a handful of towels, a blow dryer, and
a brush. She put the towels on the counter near the door, plugged
the hair dryer into a nearby outlet and waited with it in one hand
and the brush in the other.
    What the hell was she doing? Roxanne looked at
Candy, and then at the towels sitting by the door. She had no idea
what they were for, or what Glenna was seemingly waiting for, and
she doubted Candy did either.
    Her questions were answered when the band filed into
the dressing room. Each one grabbed a towel and used it to soak up
the moisture from their sweat-drenched hair and faces. Glen dropped
into the seat in front of Glenna and she began drying his hair.
    Frank ignored everyone in the room except
Roxanne—that included several groupies who’d been vying desperately
all evening for his attention. Instead of making them perform for
his affection, as he would’ve done on any other night before this
one, he pulled a chair up in front of Roxanne, turned it around
backward and sat down facing her.
    He took the towel to his damp hair, swabbing out
some of the moisture. His thoughts settled around her beauty. Her
eyes sparkled with the color of purple African violets. Frank had
never seen anything like it. He leaned forward and bent sideways to
look at her eyes from the side.
    “What?” she asked curiously.
    “Are you wearing contacts?” It had to be an
enhancement. How could anybody’s eyes be that color naturally? He’d
seen a lot of girls in his day, and he’d never seen eyes like
these.
    “No.” She shook her head.
    “Hey, Frank…” Rich’s voice infiltrated his thoughts.
“Earth to Frank!”
    “What?” Frank said abruptly, his eyes never leaving
Roxanne’s face.
    “Candy wants to get something to eat. You and Roxie
want to come too?” Rich’s words came across as a real invitation
but Frank knew better. Rich wanted nothing more than to get Candy
alone.
    “How about it, Roxie?” Frank reached for her hands
and entwined his fingers around hers. “You hungry?” he asked, even
though it’d irritate Rich, but maybe she wanted something to
eat.
    R ich was thankful Roxanne
had declined to join him and Candy for breakfast. They ran by the
apartment and grabbed Rich’s car. Normally, he would’ve coaxed the
girl up to his bedroom and forgot about feeding her, but there was
something about Candy.
    Her long hair was gold, like the morning sun. Her
eyes were as green as emeralds. Pretty, in a bright cheery sort of
way, she seemed to radiate electricity. She said exactly what was
on her mind. And she’d ordered a smorgasbord of food that was now
laid out in front of her. She had no qualms about eating it either.
Rich found petite little Candy and her frankness utterly
fascinating.
    “Where are you from?” he asked.
    “Tennessee,” she said. “And where are you from?”
    “Right here.”
    “Born at Denny’s, huh?”
    “Although it would be a great honor—” He played
along. “—I cannot boast that privilege honestly.” The urge to laugh
was too strong, even though he was the butt of the joke.
    “You can take a joke,” she said. “I like that.”
    “How old are you?” he dove back into his desire to
know her better.
    “Nineteen,” she said. “And how old are you?”
    “Twenty-five.”
    “Jeez you’re old,” she said with such a straight
face that it almost hid her inner laughter.
    “Who’s older anyway?”
    “You are.” She giggled.
    “No…” He was unable to contain the urge to