Lindsay Hunter - Ugly Girls

PERRY AND BABY GIRL were in the car theyd stolen not half an hour before. A red Mazda. Looked fancier than it was, had to use hand cranks to put the windows down. Perry gathered it probably belonged to someone who wanted to look fancy but couldnt squeeze enough out her sad rag of a paycheck. Like how for years Myra, her mother, kept a dinged-up Corvette because it was red and a two-door. Couldnt even get the tiny trunk open without a crowbar. Then Jim came along with his logic and calm and sense and had it scrapped. Myra drove a mint-green Tercel now. Four doors. No dings.

Perry knew the Mazda was a womans car cause of all the butts in the ashtray, all tipped with lipstick. Baby Girl had lit one up first thing, held it between her teeth, squinting through the smoke, cranked down the window so she could rest an elbow. Baby Girl with her half-shaved head, her blond eyelashes, her freckled arm resting on the steering wheel. Fake-ass thug. Sometimes it seemed mean thoughts were all Perry had for Baby Girl, but when she caught sight of herself in the side mirror she saw she was doing all the same shit.

Theyd turned onto the busted-up highway, Baby Girl swerving like they were in a go-kart so the Mazda wouldnt get a flat. The rising sun the color of a pineapple candy, no more than a fingernail at the horizon. Not a single other car to be seen.

Baby Girl was muttering along with the music meandering out of the speakers. You want some / you gonna have to take some / and Ima get mine. This was her favorite line. Her motto. She tried to make it Perrys also but Perry was not into that shit.

Perry was annoyed. Tired. Felt like her skin was turning to dough. Her legs and arms and heart, all starting to give in. The clock said 6:25 a.m. Eight hours and twenty-five minutes past when Perry said she was going to bed. Shed have to explain herself to Jim and Myra when she got home. She hated explaining herself, cause most of it was stuff shed have to make up.

Shed meant to do right. Shed meant to stay in bed and fall asleep like Jim wanted, cause she liked Jim. But she made the mistake of opening her window, hoping it would cool her room down. All it did was let more hot air in, let her hear the quiet outside her window, the stillness she could not stand. The windows in the nearby trailers were mostly dark but for the flicker of a television, and it was like she had to do something, something other than turning out the light and closing her eyes and letting the night pass on by, like Myra. She had to make something happen.

And plus shed got that text from Baby Girl. Lets do this. They had no plan. Just a general desire, like always.

It was easy to creep out of the trailer. Perry didnt even ease her window shut like she usually did. She knew Myra wouldnt be able to hear over her program, and Jim had gone to work his night shift at the prison. Even if Myra did hear, it was unlikely she would do anything about it. Just keep sipping her beer and snuggle down tighter under the covers.

Baby Girl had been standing by the pay phone at the Circle K. Her arms moving in that fluid way, heavy and slow, like she was thrashing underwater. She had her music on. When she saw Perry she yelled, Wadup wadup?

Baby Girl didnt care how people saw her. In fact, she wanted them to be afraid. Like how people used to act around Charles, only worse. Once, the greeter at Walmart told them they had to leave if they were just going to stand by the doors acting a fool and not buying nothing. Suck my dick, Baby Girl told her.

The greeter lady went red, she held her hand to her mouth and started crying. And Perry wished it was her whod said it.

Baby Girl pulled her headphones down. Perry could hear a man yelling waka waka waka waka. I think we should go get us a ride, Baby Girl said, turned so Perry could see the slim jim sticking out of her back pocket. Her brother, Charles, had made it out of a metal coat hanger before his accident. Theyd stolen it from him after. Everything was before and after for Baby Girl now, Perry knew. Before the accident shed talk about boys, and once Perry had walked in on her doing sit-ups next to her bed. After Charless accident it was like Baby Girl did all she could to look hideous. Untouchable.

Lets get a SUV this time, Perry said. She couldnt drive, knew it was up to Baby Girl to choose what kind of car to get, but shed been wanting to sit up high like that.

You are the show-offiest motherfucker I ever met, Baby Girl said, but Perry knew it was a challenge she wouldnt say no to.

They went into the Circle K to get the usual. Hot fries and a sweet tea for Baby Girl, Mountain Dew and Twizzlers for Perry. She liked her heart to go go go all night long.

Where you girls headed tonight? the man behind the counter asked. He was an Indian-looking man but he had an accent like theirs. Dark and syrupy, twang twang twang. His name tag said Patel.

Why would we ever tell you that, Patel? Baby Girl flicked her change, a nickel, across the counter. It hit the man in the zipper. Oh shit! Baby Girl exploded with laughter, holding her gut and pointing, like some of the boys did in the hallways at school. Thatll keep your ass honest!

He shook his head, wiped at his pants like the nickel had left a stain. You are a pretty girl, he said, chopping his hand at Perry. You should be at home asleep in your bed with curlers in your hair.

Baby Girl laughed, a grinding dry kind of sound like she was pushing something out her throat. Something else she got from the boys at school. They were almost outside when he yelled, Aint nothing open past one a.m. but legs!

Baby Girl laughed hard at that, too, but once they were outside her laughter got all swallowed up by the quiet of the night and then what was the point. Baby Girl put her headphones back on. They walked along the road, Baby Girls arms moving fast, pointing, punching, hands forming signs only she knew the meaning to. Perry stepped on every crack she could see in the dark yellow of the streetlamps, something that felt like her own way of saying fuck you to no one.

The night was warm as a mouth. I think we should hit up the Estates again, Baby Girl shouted. Her voice quieted the cicadas, but only for a second. Perry gave her the A-OK sign. Wanted to say, Keep it down, dumb-ass, but didnt.

The Estates was a ritzy-ass neighborhood with a gate at the front and open sidewalks on either side. Perry and Baby Girl had hit the neighborhood before, strolled right in. Those sidewalks were an invitation: Come on in, and steal some stuff while youre at it. Perry had started to think if rich people werent afraid of their stuff being taken, they wouldnt feel so rich.

The last time they were at the Estates, theyd tried doors until they found one unlocked. It was a brick house with a duck wearing a dress next to the mailbox. The first floor was a maze, every room connected to the next. Theyd walked around and around, losing and finding each other. There was a picture of an old man and woman holding hands at the beach. Another picture of the same couple in front of the house. Baby Girl took the gold napkin rings she found in a drawer. Perry almost took an old pair of baby shoes frozen in bronze, but then she saw the iron poker next to the fireplace and took that instead, kept it in a dresser drawer, under some T-shirts. Perry took it out once, aimed, brought it through the air like it was a sword. Tried not to feel stupid. Lately it was like Perry could feel stupid faster than she could feel afraid.

When they got to the gate, Baby Girl pulled her headphones down, turned off her music. Took a deep breath, like she was about to say something, but the chimes in Perrys phone sounded. Turn that shit off! Baby Girl hissed.