Here’s a revision of a scene from “Man in a Windstorm”. This revision comes largely out of some discussions that I’ve had with a good friend from grad school who is hard of hearing and can read lips.
I was glad that Jessica had stopped talking. The music was loud enough that it was a little hard to hear Jessica, but I could read some of the dipshits’ lips from across the room. The most annoying of the comp guys was telling his friend, “Bet she loves getting it on all fours.” This was the same guy who would tell us all how important it was to not let students leave class with the same prejudices that they started class with.
My cousin laughed at something, then she told her friend, “The pot would’ve been better at Michelle’s party, but there’s more to get drunk on here.”
I had to admire her. She was actually completely right about that. Or, I assume that she was, as long as Michelle had any decent pot at her party. I had a hard time making the connection between the girl who had been into My Little Pony and the legal-aged woman who was standing naked at a party and talking about pot.
I tried showing just a little courtesy by looking at Jessica. She was looking at my cousin, too. “She seems nice,” she said.
I raised my eyebrows and smiled a little. “Nudity doesn’t run in the family.”
Jessica laughed. “Good to know.”
I looked back towards my cousin. She was talking to a couple of other people. The comp specialists were wrapping up their ogling. “Think she’d do all three of us?” one said. Appropriate to a comp specialist, it was a rhetorical question. The other two laughed.
Jessica tapped my arm. I looked at her. She said, “Don’t let one of those creeps harass your cousin.” It was good advice, though I felt weird. I technically didn’t know that my cousin didn’t want to sleep with the comp dicks. I mean, the alpha among them usually nailed a few new students every semester. But I’d hoped that my cousin wouldn’t be quite so desperate. I guess the fact that I couldn’t be sure was what disappointed me most.
“I have to go talk to my naked cousin,” I told Jessica.
“If I had a dime for every time that I heard that,” she said. It was a god line, even if it was a cliche.
I went over to my cousin, walking in between her and the comp dicks. I said, “Hi, Ann.”
She squinted at me a little, then smiled. I could tell that she had already smoked a little pot. Or maybe a lot. “You’re in town?” I asked.
“Going to the art institute,” she said. I looked at the comp guys quickly (they were already off to check out somebody else), and then back at Ann.
“You should look me up sometime. Let me know if you need anything.”
She waved a hand. “I’m fine. Dad found this weird scholarship. And I have friends here.”
“Cool,” I said. It made me feel old. “Well, good seeing you.”
She laughed, though I wasn’t totally sure why. “Yeah,” she said. “Good seeing you.”