Fancy by Sara Lippmann

Lola treats herself to a burrito at Chipotle. The woman at the next register invites her for margaritas. Sure, Lola shrugs, even though she had meant to take everything to go. They carry trays like schoolgirls. The woman squeezes heart-shaped hips into a cafeteria chair and holds her purse in her lap, the knotted strap eager as a teenager. Cups chink. Lola licks her rim. They unwrap silver foil.

“Facial,” her new friend giggles, gulping steam.

Alcohol spreads through them.

“Here’s mine,” she whispers, not like Lola offered anything of Darcy. Limp gloss of a toddler, sunken chin, headband wrapped in silk rosettes. Lola swallows her beans, doesn’t know what.

“How old?” Lola asks, sucking a lime. Her girlfriend massages that ruined soufflé of a face with her thumbs. I know she looks like I fucked a donkey and Lola laughs, maybe a sloth and they go on like that until the mother gives it a name and seizes Lola’s hand. Caged between this woman’s fat fingers Lola thinks of Darcy’s gifted & talented test, her 8 o’clock with an East Side homemaker, the niche she’s carved counseling adults on how to make a smooth exit.

They eat sloppy with hot sauce and sour cream.

“My period,” the woman slurs. Lola goes on chewing. The woman stands, chair scraping. “Bleeding,” she grabs her thighs, and Lola realizes this stranger is not quite right. “Are you ever going to help me?” Heads turn. Lola rummages for something fast in her purse.

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2 responses to “Fancy by Sara Lippmann

  1. guy

    I wonder if the people with the gifted-n-talented kids who counsel people on how to make quick exits would be this vulnerable. There’s an element of fantasy here that appeals to me.

  2. I confess being confused by the story, but some of the imagery was nice.

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