We didn’t feel like doing anything much. So we just kind of hung around talking, our little group. Sally was with us, because she was kind of hanging around Laura more, now that we had her in our cabin. She looked mean like always and started picking on us.
“For sure your boat wouldn’t go over or anything like that”, she said, looking at the four of us.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?” Donna asked. Just looking for it; boy, can’t she even tell when to ignore someone?
“Ha! With all that weight for ballast, of course”, Donna told her, typically nasty. Donna looked pretty unhappy, and glanced down at her big stomach.
“Hey, just cool it”, Diane said to Sally. And she looked angry enough to hit her. I always say people should do what they feel like doing, and this time I think Diane should’ve gone right ahead. But she didn’t, more’s the pity.
“Yeah, you really looked like a stupid lot of nitwits sitting there in that lopsided boat. Two string beans and two bean-bags.” She thinks she’s so funny. She just sat there, having a good time, laughing at us.
“I guess you’re right”, Jennifer T said to her. Were we ever surprised. “We just wish we could all look like you with that brassy coloured hair that we know you dye, and all that glump on your face not helped any by the stupid smirk always plastered over it all. Yeah, we’d just love to look like you.”
“At least I’m not a fat slob like some people I could name", Sally said, huffy now. “There’s nothing wrong with my hair. Everyone says it’s great-looking. And I don’t wear any more make-up than the other girls. It’s just you’re all jealous of me, that’s all. You think I don’t know you’d all love to be able to wear make-up, but your mothers won’t let you?”
“You’d like to believe that”, Diane told her. “The truth is, if any of us looked like you, we’d wear masks all the time out of pity for anyone who’d have to look at us. Hey, that’s an idea; how about if we made you a mask, Sally?"
“Very funny. You don’t fool me, at all. You’re all jealous of me, that’s why you’re always so nasty to me.”
“WhoooUs, nasty? You’ve got to be kidding!” I said to her. “It’s not us at all. It’s you, all the time. You’re always after one or the other of us, like nothing we do is good enough for you."
“I can understand that coming from you", Sally said, giving me that awful smirk of hers. “You’re such a poor little introvert, afraid of your own shadow, always thinking someone’s criticizing you.”
“Aw, come on Sally, tell it like it is", Diane told her. “You’re mad because you’ve got to be with us, instead of with all of your stuck-up friends, although I’ve got to admit they’re none of them as stuck-up as you. Who’s telling you to hang around with us, anyway?”
“She’s my friend”, Laura said, coming to Sally’s defence. We were kind of ganging up on her. She deserved it, though. She’s nobody’s friend, she’s just a fiend. “And you’re all my friends too” Laura went on. “Can’t you all try to get along?”
“Yeah, sure. We can try all right. We do try, but how about her? She’s always putting us down. You think we’re going to sit around and like it?”
Diane really surprised us. She never used to talk like that and assert herself. Maybe it was because she was so disappointed about Sally after that part, that she decided to stick up for herself from now on.
It ended up Sally and Laura walking away and leaving us alone, which suited us just fine. It’s one thing feeling sorry for Sally because maybe she can’t help being such a dog, but when you’re with her and you’ve got to listen to her and take her abuse, you kind of forget how forgiving you intended to be.
A bunch of kids were playing murder ball up on top in the field so we decided to go up and have some fun with them. They were mostly guys, but they said it was okay if we joined them. That ball really stings, I’ll tell you, when it hits your legs or somewhere, but it’s fun jumping and dodging and running out of the way. We played until Donna got hit in the stomach and then didn’t want to play any more.
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