Rainbow sat clutching her gentle brow at my kitchen table, pale and effete as ever. That girl could well be a vampire.
“No, Rainbow. I don’t think anyone rufied your kombucha,” I said. “I think you drank half a bottle of gin on your own. And that’s what it does.”
“But, my head,” she moaned.
Sylvester shifted awkwardly. Like most men, the delivery of unearned sympathy is something he struggles with. Instead he sensibly kept his mouth shut.
“You need a nice cleanse,” I said as I fried an egg in a heavy iron frying pan. “A sauna, perhaps and then a seaweed wrap.”
“Sushi?” she said, turning a little green.
“No, a seaweed wrap, where they wrap your body into the healing energy of seaweed. It’s lovely. I had one with Sebastian last week at the spa.”
“You realise I am basically an unemployed student?” retorted Rainbow.
“Well, I’m just saying, with all that yoga and healthy living…” I adopted my most forgiving manner.
“Are you saying I can’t go out and drink till I can’t feel my face from time to time?” she replied.
Rainbow seemed to be a little tense, as well as being in the midst of a severe hangover.
“Where on earth were you?” asked Sylvester.
“Some of the girls from the yoga studio and I went out to celebrate at Trannie Annies,” replied Rainbow.
“They don’t let me in that place anymore,” grumbled Sylvester.
“Shut up, Sylvester,” I said. “May I ask what you were celebrating last night, Rainbow. And, I mean, darling… was it really worth it?” I asked in an attempt to mollify her.
There was a long sigh, and then as I handed a high electrolyte orange drink to Rainbow she shared her latest news.
“and then … Yadayadayada, so now I realise I’m poly,” she concluded.
I stared at her.
I pride myself in being a crossdresser of taste and style, even if I do hang around with coarse oafs like Sylvester from time to time, but this was shocking news to me.
“Really,” I said stifling my bewildered emotions. “You’re into polyester?”
I couldn’t sanction such perversion.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Sylvester. “It means she’s got a thing for parrots.”
“You two are the limit,” said the poor suffering girl as I placed a perfectly fried egg on wholegrain toast before her.
“Really, Rainbow, darling, I can prepare a nice cleanse for you. An elixir of dandelion root, sage, kayle and Labrador tea leaves. I think of it as a very healthy cleanse.”
Sylvester piped up, “Sort of an ‘ethnic cleanse’. You’ll feel like an entirely new person. I always say “When you feel like the bottoms fallen out of your world, Fiona can make a cleanse that will make the world fall out of…”
“Sylvester, belt up!” I interjected.
Sylvester really can be quite coarse you know. I sometimes wonder why I let him in. Still he does like to come and join me for breakfast after driving the Zamboni to prepare the ice for our hockey players for their early morning practice.
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