One Degree Of Separation Part 14

h.e.l.l, she was going to laugh again, and if she laughed she'd start to cry. "Makes sense to me. But if we're going to Wal-Mart you should have turned at that light."

"h.e.l.l." Liddy braked and swung into the middle turning lane.

"Sorry about this, but I'm from California."

Marian had just enough time to grab the arm rest before Liddy whipped into a U-turn. Liddy certainly knew how to drive, terrify-ing though it was.

"Oh, f.u.c.k me! f.u.c.k-is that a cop?"

Marian glanced. "All I see is the bar of lights on top of the car, but, okay, now that they're lit up, yes, I'd say that was a police car."

Liddy pulled over to the curb and fumbled in her front shorts pocket for her wallet.

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Trying to be helpful, Marian asked, "Can I get the registration out of the glove box?"

"Sure," Liddy muttered. She rolled down the window.

Marian could hear only half the conversation, but Liddy was peppering each sentence with enough "sir" and "yes, officer" to please a drill sergeant. Liddy took the registration Marian held out, then opened the driver's door.

The officer stepped up on the running board to s.h.i.+ne a flashlight inside. Liddy flipped a switch and the interior lights came on.

After a moment, Marian said, "Oh, hey, Johnny."

"Friend of yours?" Johnny Trelow's stern expression softened slightly.

"Yeah. She's from California. I should have warned her about U-turns. The law's different here I'm sure."

Johnny stepped down to the pavement again and said sternly, "If you'll promise me you'll make her go to motor vehicles for a basic book-"

"I'll make sure she does," Marian said solemnly. The noise Liddy let out was a blend of irritation and relief.

"Next time," he added, "go around the block if you have to."

"Yes, officer," Liddy said meekly.

As his boots crunched back to the car behind them, Liddy closed the door. "What just happened?"

"Johnny and I were in the last year of the history program together. I eventually became a librarian and he became a cop."

"History degree? Ah, now that's useful. I've got one of those myself."

"There ya go. Smart career move."

"Tell me about it." Liddy's sigh was heavy.

"That's why I'm getting a second master's in library and information science."

"That's why I'm doing other people's research for them. Why is he still there?"

"Waiting for you to pull out into traffic again. For your safety."

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"h.e.l.l. Okay. If I can stop shaking."

"Johnny's not a redneck."

"I'm from Berkeley. All cops are bad, in theory."

Liddy carefully pulled out into traffic and only spoke after the patrol car pa.s.sed them. Marian gave Johnny a cheery wave, which he acknowledged with two fingers to his brow.

"I owe you big-time," Liddy said.

"It's okay. He might not have written you a ticket anyway, given the out-of-state plates and that you weren't being a jerk."

"My biological father may not have been around to teach me much, but he did impress upon me that being rude to a cop would only get you remembered in court."

"And he got you this car."

"Vehicle, please," Liddy scolded.

The laugh escaped before Marian could shut it down.

"That's better," Liddy said. "Laughter is good for you."

Marian choked back the sob that followed. Her throat was very tight as she said, "So I've heard."

Liddy turned into the Wal-Mart lot and coasted to a stop behind the Beetle, now very lonely under the trees.

"I think your car would fit in the cargo area of this one."

Another laugh bubbled out and Marian dropped her head into her hands, choking between tears and hysteria.

"You're not okay, are you?"

She shook her head. "But I will be."

"That's the important part."

Marian struggled for a semblance of control. This was absurd, crying in front of a stranger. Something about Liddy made her feel safe enough to cry. "Have you ever had a balloon pop right in your face?"

"Yeah." Liddy's tone indicated she didn't understand the purpose of the question.

"Dreams can be like that."

After a long silence, Liddy said quietly, "I don't look forward to that happening to me, but I suppose it happens to everyone, eventually."

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"I didn't see this one coming."

"They seem so nice."

Alarmed that Liddy would figure out her secret, Marian tried desperately to pull herself together. "Great cooks. I'll miss the free meals."

"Right."

"Thanks again." She found her backpack on the floor and opened the door. "How do these steps work?"

"Allow me, madam." To Marian's surprise, Liddy leapt out her door and hurried around the car. "You didn't have to get out."

Liddy pressed a b.u.t.ton for the steps and held up one hand like a footman. "Your Beetle awaits, milady."

"This is serious role reversal," Marian muttered. She didn't like being made to feel short, and the distance from the seat of the Hummer to the ground was intimidating. Besides, there was nothing a mildly shy, modestly butch and proudly independent woman objected to more than being helped out of a car.

Not a car, she reminded herself, a VEE-hickle.

Liddy held her hand for a moment longer than necessary. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine." Liddy still had her hand.

They stood there for a minute. Marian began to think of ways to pull her hand free that wouldn't be rude, then realized she didn't necessarily want to hurry. Liddy made her laugh. And her hand felt exceedingly warm, in a most pleasant way.

Finally, Liddy said shakily, "I'm not in the market."

"Neither am I," Marian answered.

When it was clear Liddy was going to kiss her, Marian felt as if another person had taken over. Inner s.l.u.t reminded her it had been years since she'd really been touched, and Inner Prude even admitted there was nothing wrong with a kiss between two unattached people.

The first touch of Liddy's lips sent what rationality she had left reeling. Sweet and firm, Liddy's lips woke up nerves in the back of Marian's legs she hadn't felt since Robyn. No, she thought, get Robyn out of your head and kiss this woman properly. Kiss her . . .

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Sweet lord, she smelled good. Very different from Hemma . . .

No, no, don't think about Hemma, kiss this woman, the one in your arms.

She didn't remember exactly when she dropped the backpack and threw her arms around Liddy. She felt Liddy gasp, and their mouths opened to each other.

Liddy's tongue was direct and inviting, then playful. Marian kissed her in return, feeling woefully out of practice, but she felt a s.h.i.+ver run through Liddy before Liddy pulled away.

"I swear," Liddy said, "I did not mean to do that."

"Sorry?"

Liddy's arms went around her waist. Marian surrendered to a hungrier kiss, Liddy's tongue teasing and dancing, leaving little doubt as to how agile it might be other places. She abruptly realized she was deeply aroused, the reality of which shocked her so much she pulled her head back. "I'm not like this, really."

"Neither am I."

The third kiss was as electric as the first two. Marian felt as if she'd never realized her mouth could be so alive, so aware. She'd been kissed before, but Liddy's kisses seemed different. Very different.

"Unbelievable," Liddy murmured against her mouth.

"What?"

"I didn't think-this isn't what . . ."

"Me neither."

"I'm not and you're not, and we're not . . ."

"No, we're not." Marian gently pushed Liddy away. "But thank you. You're good for my ego."

"Yeah. I mean, you're good for mine."

"You must get lots of offers." Marian immediately wished she hadn't said that. It sounded like she was fis.h.i.+ng for Liddy's dating history.

"Don't flatter me."

"It's a simple statement of fact. You probably get hit on a lot."

What Marian really wanted to ask was why Liddy was kissing her.