Inside Straight

“By law, they were supposed to be putting away a certain amount of my income for when I became an adult. But I could see that they hadn’t done that. Not only that, but there were these accounts set up overseas.” I closed my eyes and swallowed. “They had been stealing from me for years. I should have had enough money to have my own life when my modeling career was over. Go to college, start a business. But they had been spending most of it and hiding the rest. My own parents stole everything from me.”

For a moment it felt like it had been the first time I’d realized what they’d been doing. Like someone had kicked me in the stomach. There was a terrible lump in my throat, and I closed my eyes and thought I might start crying. I felt Tiff’s hand stroking the back of my neck. “You poor child,” she said. Her accent made her voice honey-smooth. “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

I snuffled and knuckled my eyes to keep the tears at bay. When I thought I had myself in hand, I looked at her.

“You’ve lived a kinda sheltered life,” I said quietly. “Money makes some people subhuman.”

She poured the last of the wine into my glass, then handed the glass to me. “What did you do?”

“I was only fourteen when I found out. It took me a year to get a lawyer who would take me seriously. We filed for my emancipation and sued my parents. I won my emancipation suit, but by the time we got a judgment they’d fled the country. We managed to seize one account, so I wasn’t completely broke, but most of that money went to pay my lawyer.”

Tiffani leaned closer and I could smell her scent even over the chlorine. “And then your wild card turned and you can’t work anymore?”

“Oh, I could work,” I said. “If I bubbled down to my normal size, I could probably have plenty of work. But then I couldn’t bubble.”

She frowned. “You mean, you could make a nice living by wearing pretty clothes and getting your picture taken, but you’re here?”

I sighed. I knew she wouldn’t understand. Being poor drove her. She wanted to give her family what they’d never had. But her family would love her, no matter if she won or not. Mine had never loved me. I was just a payday for them. “I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said. “But the bubbling, it’s changed things for me. I can do something worthwhile with this power. Modeling doesn’t do anything but help sell stuff.” I lifted my hands out of the water. They were pruney. “Not only that, but I’m nineteen. That’s practically ancient in the modeling world. And I was getting sick of seeing the things the girls would do to stay thin and keep working.” I picked up my wineglass and drained it. It felt good to finally tell someone.

Tiff sipped her wine and stared off into space. “But what does that all have to do with your purse?”

I’d forgotten all about the purse. “As I was packing up my stuff before I left my parents’ place, I noticed my mother’s closet door standing open. I couldn’t believe what I saw in there. She had, like, five of those Hermes purses. This was how she was spending my future—on freaking handbags. So I took them. I sold off all but one, and that’s my emancipation bag.

“Mommy got me back, though. After the decree came down in my favor, I got a box from them. It was all my stuffed animals. They’d been ripped apart and the stuffing was pulled out. It was carnage in that box.”

Tiff choked back a giggle. “They killed your stuffed animals?”

I gave her a little push on the arm. “Stop! You make it sound so…goofy. I loved those stuffed animals!”

She had taken a drink of wine, and it spurted out of her mouth as she laughed. “Oh my god—that’s so lame!”

I tried not to laugh. I did love those stupid stuffed animals. I loved them every bit as much as Dragon Girl loved Puffy.

“What’s the party about?” Drummer Boy walked up to the edge of the Jacuzzi. He thumped out a complicated pattern on his chest with his lower pair of arms.

“There are only two of us here,” Tiff said. “That’s hardly a party.”

For a moment, he stopped thumping and raised all of his arms over his head. It made his chest and abdominal muscles flex. I rolled my eyes and then looked at Tiff to see what her reaction was. She gazed at him with lowered eyelids. It was an appraising gaze.

“Is there room for me? Or is the fat chick taking up too much space?”

Tiffani laughed. It was throaty and made me shiver. “There’s plenty of room for everyone. This tub is huge.”

Drummer Boy shucked off his pants. He was naked underneath. The producers were going to love this. He hopped into the tub and settled himself across from us.

“So, are you two an item?” he asked. “Like ‘Fat Chick’ and ‘Rhinestone Lass’—BFFs?”

I blushed. But Tiff just playfully splashed some water at him. “Yes, you are so smart. Two women in a tub always means that they’re lesbians. And if this were a porn film, we’d just be waiting for you to be the man-meat in our girl sandwich.”

He grinned at her. “Works for me.”

“I’m outta here.” I wasn’t going to stay while he insulted me and flirted with Tiff.