Yearbook Club between Mrs Harris and me becomes a test of wills, with us alternating between giving each other the Silent Treatment for 30 minutes, and then sniping insults at each other and hoping the few other students in the classroom don't hear us.
> "Your hair looks particularly Brillo Pad-dish today, Anne."
> "Let's get in the car and drive to your husband's office in Providence and see what he thinks of it."
> "You ever set foot in that office in Providence and you'll leave it in a wheelchair, I swear, Anne."
> "Oh, but why, Mrs Harris? Because he'd fuck me on the desk if he ever had the opportunity?"
> Homewrecker.
> Psycho.
> Slut.
> "How am I a slut?
I've slept with one man. YOUR HUSBAND!!!!"
Shit, I said that too loud. The other students are staring at us now. We shut up.
With four weeks to go until graduation, I get a letter from Digital Equipment Corp in Maynard, Massachusetts, where I had a lucrative summer internship lined up, thru a contact of Mrs Harris's. It's how I'm going to pay for Rhode Island College, and how I'm going to be Mr Harris's mistress.
There's mail from them one day after Yearbook Club.
"Dear Anne--We regret to inform you that your internship for Summer 1983 has been defunded. You may continue it on an unpaid basis, but we understand if you cannot and wish to withdraw."
I pick up the phone and call Mrs Harris's house. She answers.
> Hello?
> This is personal now, Mrs Harris. I got the letter from Digital. You fix this or I'm shoving this letter us your fucking ass.
> Oh, will you, Anne? This wasn't personal when you planned an affair with my husband?
?
> I spiced up your sex life with him better than it's ever been. At least his mistress is someone he can't leave you for.
> I let you in with conditions. You broke those.
> The conditions you set are impossible to meet. I wasn't going to try to steal him from you. But all bets are off now, bitch. This is war between you and me now.
> Oh is that so, little girl??? As in, woman to woman ..... or, woman to little girl???
> I'm 10 times the woman you are.
> Prove it.
> Fix the Digital internship first.
> Make me.
> When and where?
> Anytime. Anywhere.
> You fucked with my pay. Maybe I should fuck with yours. Fight me at school. They'll fucking fire your ass.
> Try it. Bitch.
> Whore.
I hang up the phone.
My sister has been listening.
> Catfight at school tomorrow???
> No Holds Barred.
> [My sister is 3 feet from me] ....That's [2 feet] ..... so..... [1 foot] ..... fucking ..... [we tongue kiss] .... hot.
> I know.
> Stop talking, just kiss me.
To be continued.....