Beginnings

'Twattette', and spent most of the evening glaring in my direction whilst sipping a Pernod and
black. How common. She didn't even realise she had red lines up the side of her face (made by
the blackcurrant as she drank) making her look like either the Joker or the Count from Sesame
Street.
Funny … nobody could be arsed telling her. She sat there like Lady Muck from Turd Hall
thinking she was something she most certainly wasn't, looking for all the world like she would
suddenly shout out 'One Pernod and black ahahahah … Two Pernod and blacks …' You get the
message.
It's a pity she didn't.
And I for one most certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell her. I know … but honestly …
would you
It wasn't until the end of the night that the experience happened … remember … the one I
threatened you with earlier.
I had just gone to the phone booth to call my parents to say I would be leaving in about twenty
minutes and would be on the next bus home, when it all kicked off.
I should have seen it coming, but I didn't.
I should have known she would do something, but let's put it down to the innocence of youth …
or just plain stupidity.
And I should have been paying attention instead of rummaging around in my purse looking for
change for the bus.
Silly me.
'Think you're so fucking clever don't you' Tracy. 'I bet you were laughing at me all night' She
came out of the shadows and came closer to me; her face was devoid of blackcurrant by now. 'I'll
fucking teach you.'
Smack!
In retrospect I should have ducked. In retrospect … I should have smacked her back … but I
didn't.
Do you know why
No
I didn't smack her back because I didn't have to.