Red Light District Rev 1

I just dropped by for a glass of wine while I was walking the dogs. When Ginny is home and her front door is ajar, it’s like a red light for a prostitute, Bar’s open, companionship welcomed.

I told her I had to pee, and she waved me towards the bathroom in the hall saying “Excuse the mess; I just got home from a trip.” I closed the door behind me and took care of business.

I’d had garlic for lunch and it had upset my stomach. The taste was still lingering on my tongue, and the smell on my fingertips. Maybe I’ll use a bit of toothpaste and brush the inside of my mouth. It might also make my fingers smell minty which would be an improvement over the garlic.

I pulled opened the left drawer and found it was full of bottles of nail polish and used emery boards. Odd to put that in the top drawer I thought. The second drawer was stuck and almost came out of the cabinet as it opened. I let out a gasp fearing that my neighbor would suspect what I was up to if it hit the floor.  How embarrasing! It held boxes of condoms in every size and texture.

Switching to the right side of the vanity, I decided to start on the bottom since the organization of these drawers defied any sort of logical order. Hair accessories and some Band-Aids were haphazardly arranged in a curious circular tray. No luck here, one more to go.

Sliding open the top drawer I was stunned to see a gold plated gun- lying alongside a bag of white powder, a dirty spoon and a syringe. A piece of tubular strapping material from a patio chair was wadded up in the corner.  Oh My God. My heart began to race and I quickly slid it closed taking care to do it as quietly as possible and then faced the door, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Get me the hell out of here, was all I could think ,but I knew I had to somehow exit the bathroom, sit casually on the couch and try not to gulp down the glass of wine.Pulling the door open, I saw Ginny draped over a chair, now dressed in an oversized mumu, and she was waving me to a seat on the couch opposite her.

I’ll apologize now for the wine if it’s no good. It was really cheap at Trader Joes so I thought I’d give it a try. I smiled slightly and grabbed the glass by the stem as I sank into the couch trying to hide my new discovery by avoiding full eye contact.

To be continued

©2010 sharonjcorrigan

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