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fresh.
Belinda was wearing one of her sheerest
nighties, the neckline of which dipped into her
cleavage, revealing breasts well matured. With the
blanket lowered, the contour of her breasts was all but
fully revealed. She wore her well-brushed hair down
to her shoulders. The strands turned up softly at the
ends. Belinda always had richer looking hair than I,
but she fussed with it far more than I bothered with
my own. If she had her way, she would turn the walls
of her room into mirrors. She never seemed to tire of
looking at her own image.
"Pull up your blanket or put on your robe," I ordered. She blushed and pulled the blanket against
her chest quickly.
"Now, who's come to see me?" she declared
like some Southern belle.
The three boys moved timidly into her room. "They claim they called you, so I don't know
how you could wonder who it was, Belinda," I
remarked. She ignored me and concentrated on them. "I brought you these," Arnold said quickly and
thrust the bouquet of red roses toward her.
"Oh, they're just beautiful, aren't they, Olivia?
Can we find a vase for them?"
"We?" I asked.
She tilted her head with that childish grin. "Well, I don't think it would be proper for me to
get out of bed myself," she said, her eyelids fluttering
so emphatically, I thought she might fan herself up
and off the bed.
I grunted, stepped forward and took the
flowers. There was a vase on the dresser. I went into
the bathroom to fill it with water.
"I hope you can have candy," I heard Peter
Wilkes tell her.
"Of course I can," Belinda said. "Olivia loves
candy, too," she added loudly as I returned from the
bathroom.
"I certainly do not," I said. I put the vase down
on her nightstand and stuffed the long-stem roses into
it.
Belinda giggled and began to open the box. She
plucked a chocolate and held it between her lips,
closing her eyes and moaning so lustfully, the three
boys widened their own eyes and shifted about as
though they were in torment.
"Belinda, that's disgusting," I said. "If you're
going to eat it, eat it. Don't salivate all over it first." She laughed and sucked in the round treat,
offering the boys one. Each took a candy. I shook my
head vigorously when she turned the box to me. "Can you please put it on my table, Olivia," she
said.
I sighed deeply, not hiding my annoyance. How
had I suddenly become her maid? I wondered, but did
as she had asked.
"Tell me everything, everything I've missed and
leave out nothing, no matter how small it seems to
you," Belinda said clapping her hands and falling
back on her large, fluffy pink pillow. Her hair fell
around her face like a frame, bringing out the
brightness in her eyes.
"Arnold pitched a shutout yesterday to finish
the baseball season;" Peter declared. "He went the full
nine innings and gave up only three hits!"
"Oh, don't start talking to me about sports. All I
ever hear from you boys are scores and errors and
double plays. It's boring."
"Boring?" Peter said.
Quin laughed.
"Sure it is," he said. "Jock stuff is always
boring." He leaned over the bed toward Belinda. "I
wrote a new song for the band. We're calling it 'Take
me to the Beach.' "
"You must have them play it for me," Belinda
said.
"Sure. You'll come down to the garage as soon
as you're well enough."
"I'll be well enough Monday, won't I, Belinda?"
"You look well enough right now," I said dryly. "Quin
got caught smoking in the boys' room yesterday. He
won't be in school on Monday," Arnold revealed with
a gleeful smile.
"Really! Tell me about it," Belinda said, sitting
forward excitedly as though Quin had accomplished
something significant in her absence.
"Frog-eyes came in just after I lit up. He must have been watching me from his doorway, just looking for the opportunity. He's been after me ever since I wore those funny glasses and imitated him,
remember?"
"Of course I remember. That was so funny."
When Belinda laughed, they all laughed.
"And people wonder why I don't want to go
into teaching," I muttered. They turned to me.