Freefall

By Shotzette

3/?

Rated R

 

 

 

Lenny burst through the door of Shirley’s apartment, eager to tell her about the old trunk that he and Squiggy had purchased at a swap meet earlier that morning.  His excitement over his find, and the possible treasure inside was all but forgotten when he saw the sleeping figure on Shirley’s couch.

 

Laverne DeFazio, in the flesh.  Or, if not, showing enough leg curled around the fuzzy green army blanket to make him want to bite his palm in appreciation.  Until of course, he remembered he hated her.  Lenny’s eyes narrowed with anger as he remembered the pain of hearing about her and Carmine, and the lesser pain of the right cross that she had delivered to his chin.  With a smirk, he let go of Shirley’s heavy, oaken door, allowing to slam noisily back into the jam.

 

Laverne awoke suddenly, yelping in fright.  Lenny allowed himself to enjoy her discomfit before offering a sarcastic, “Good morning.”

 

Her green eyes flashed with anger.  “You…” she managed.  “What the hell are you doing here?”

 

“I live here.  Where’s your worse half?  Stocking up on rubbers and penicillin?”

 

Shirl!” Laverne bellowed. “Get down here!”

 

“Yeah, Shirley,” Lenny echoed.  “I think you’re gone to have to have your couch de-loused.”

 

“Knock it off, both of you,” was Shirley’s hoarse reply as she trudged down the steps.

 

“Why is this creep hanging around?” Laverne asked, glaring at Lenny as she pulled the blanket more securely against her exposed flesh.

 

“He lives in the building,” Shirley answered dully as she headed into the kitchen.

 

Lenny spared the petite brunette a quick glance, noting her reddened eyes and pale face before turning on the former object of his affection.  “You knew that me and Squig drove Shirley out here when she moved, Laverne.  Or has your head been hitting the headboard of your bed so much that you forgot that we didn’t come back?”

 

“Like I would have noticed?”

 

Lenny felt his face redden at her cold reply.  “That don’t explain why your keister is parked on Shirley’s couch.”

 

Laverne’s face twisted into what could have almost passed for a smile.  “I moved in last night.  Although, if I’d known you were here…”

 

Lenny’s jaw dropped in shock.  “Shirley wouldn’t let you move in after what you did…”

 

“I said, knock it off!”  Shirley repeated.  She exhaled a moment later, as if calming herself down.  “I’m sorry.  I’m just very tired, and I know today’s going to be a long day.”  She turned toward Lenny and said, smiling thinly, “Leonard, could you give us some privacy.  Laverne and I need to catch up.”

 

Lenny glared at Laverne balefully before replying.  “Sure, Shirl.  I’ll catch you later.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shirley sighed as she watched Lenny lumber down the hallway to his apartment before turning back to Laverne.

 

Her former roommate was already on her feet, clutching the army blanket around the short nightie that Shirley had loaned her the evening before.  “I can’t believe you just let him barge in here like that, Shirl.  You couldn’t stand that guy back in Milwaukee.”

 

“He’s not that bad, Laverne.  Especially when Squiggy’s not around.”

 

Laverne was not appeased.  “He was kidding me right?  He and Squiggy really don’t live in this building, do they?”  Laverne started to pace agitatedly back and forth.

 

Shirley frowned slightly.  “The boys have actually grown up a little, Laverne.  They started their own business when they moved here, “Squignowski Talent and Ice Cream”.”

 

Laverne rolled her eyes and snorted.  “Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

 

Shirley shook her head.  “No, really.  The ice cream sales are doing better than the talent agency end but they have signed some small acts and gotten their clients some jobs.  I know it sounds crazy, but it seems like the boys—Squiggy in particular—have found their niche.”

 

Laverne looked thunderstruck.  “That’s crazy, Shirl!  People like them don’t have niches.  They just have holes in the ground they crawl out of.”

 

Shirley felt her patience start to slip.  “I know that you and Lenny parted on awful terms, Laverne…”

 

“That’s an understatement.”  Laverne shook her head, as if in amazement.  “You were there, you know what he called me.”  Her last sentence was uttered in a choked tone the belied the emotion behind it.

 

Shirley nodded, sympathetically.  “Yes, and he was horrible that day.  He was also hurt.”

 

“I never promised him anything, I never lead him on,” Laverne muttered, as her eyes focused on the floor.

 

Shirley opened her mouth to retort, as memories of Laverne flirting with Lenny for a stray favor flooded through her mind, but she then thought the better of it.  Besides, it’s not like she’d never used that tactic on Carmine a hundred times over.  Pushing away that unpleasant thought, and not wanting to open that particular can of worms now, Shirley said, “I think you two need to sit down and clear the air between you.  You know the old saying, Laverne, “Make new friends, but keep the old/One is silver, the other is gold”.

 

Laverne smirked, and she once again wore the forced cheerful and flighty façade that was starting to worry Shirley.  “Lenny’s more like zinc.”  I just don’t want him barging in here every five minutes like he used to do in Milwaukee, Shirl.  I can’t live like that anymore.”

 

Shirley sighed as she realized that she couldn’t postpone all the unpleasant topics that she and Laverne needed to discuss.  “Speaking of which, uh, we need to talk.”

 

“I know, we need to divvy up the rent and utilities like we used to, and I need to get a job, and…”

 

“No.” Shirley said quietly, “It’s not about that.  Laverne, you’re my best friend in the whole world, you know that, right?” 

 

Laverne grinned, “Yeah, and you’re my best friend.”

 

“Right.  I love you like a sister, but…”

 

A frown marred Laverne’s imperfect features, “But?” she repeated.

 

“Things have changed.”

 

“Yeah, we both moved to California, and you found a terrific apartment and a good job and…”

 

“And we’ve been living apart for six months.”

 

“What are you trying to say, Shirl?”

 

Trying to not react to her friend’s defensive tone, Shirley replied, “You can stay here as long as you need to, Laverne, but…”

 

“But what?”

 

Shirley steeled herself, and said, “But after you find a job and can stand on your own two feet, I want you to find your own place.”

 

Laverne’s mouth opened two or three times before any sound came out, “But…There’s plenty of room for the both of us here.”

 

“Yes and no. 

 

“You’re throwing me out?”

 

Shirley shook her head vehemently, “No!  I just…  I just… God, I didn’t want to have this conversation with you today, Laverne.  It’s just that I’ve lived alone for six months…”

 

“And now you don’t have to no more!”

 

Shirley grasped Laverne’s hands in her own and willed her friend to comprehend.  “I like it!  I like having my own apartment, Laverne.  I enjoy being on my own.”

 

Laverne’s lower lip quavered and tears filled her eyes.  “It’s because of Carmine, isn’t it?  Because me and Carmine…  You’re still holding a grudge.”

 

Shirley fought back a scream of frustration.  “No, I’m not.  If I was, I would have slammed the door in your face last night, wouldn’t I?  I just really like living on my own.”

 

“I don’t understand.”

 

Shirley felt her own tears welling up as she cursed her own bad timing and Laverne’s thick headedness.  “I’m sorry, Laverne.  You can stay here as long as you need to, and we are still best friends.”  She took a deep breath and tried to take as much sting out of her next words as possible, “I just don’t want to be roommates anymore.” 

 

The long overdue words hung between them as Laverne sat down heavily on the couch. 

 

Shirley looked at her wristwatch and grimaced.  It was nearly eleven, and she was due for her Saturday shift at Bardwells at a quarter till noon. 

“I’m late,” she muttered as she grabbed her purse off of the chair and headed towards the door.  She turned back to Laverne and gestured to the kitchen.  “Laverne, the want ads are on the table, I have to run.”

 

Laverne’s tear stained face looked back at her from the sofa, “But…”

 

“I have to go,” Shirley repeated firmly.  “Listen, there’s a new barbecue place opening up down the road.  Let’s have dinner over there tonight, my treat.  Okay?”

 

Without waiting for a reply, Shirley was out the door and heading towards the bus stop in minutes, her future ahead of her as she desperately tried to run away from her now-intrusive past.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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