“And what is that supposed to mean?” Bathroom Girl said.
I didn’t answer. Just watched Tommie melt into the tile floor. Saw a bit of glow follow her, like she was being chased by lightning bugs.
Really? Was the magic word “dead”? Like “please” or “thank you”?
“I said,” the girl said, grabbing onto my shoulder and trying to manhandle me around, “are you threatening me?”
I guessed it sounded like I was, if you looked at each little word.
“Don’t you take that crap, Leslie,” her brunette friend said.
“She was threatening you,” her other friend said.
Leslie came so close I could smell garlic (this early?) on her breath and Nicki Minaj perfume.
“I wasn’t even talking to you,” I said. “Get a life.”
And I left the building.