Gitt's Sparkly Everything

"I'd like to slink upstairs right now," I say.  

"Do better than you did crashing this party?" Julio asks.  “What did Bev say to you?”

"Something about being mad?” I say.

"Are you?”  He asks.

"Gitt serves beer and spiked punch, big deal," I say.  “This was fun.”  I don’t finish the thought that it was the same kind of fun as when Grizzly tells me we’re going to a family gathering and then no one talks to us or some friend of this relative we hardly know gets Grizzly drunk or tries to pinch my butt.

“You can ask and see if Gitt lets you near her closet.  You might see the places she goes, but nothingness after.  I'll bring you flowers.”

“You’re wrong about Gitt.  Her grades are too good and she's too put together.” 

But it's as if Julio doesn't even hear.  Mickey and every boy in the room notice her, and for a few minutes I pretend I've got all of her Wave girl moves.  I act as if I am able to saunter like she does and as if the world has an appointment with me, and it's running late (like with Grizzly for a mother I'm still ahead, way ahead).  I wobble in Aunt Ally's shoes, but nobody notices, and this is probably true.

I glance over at Julio and watch the way he looks at Gitt.  "There's no way she does any of that," I say.

"Shush," he says.  "We've been gone long enough."