Suzie’s House 233: Birth of the Dynamic Duo

Tracy had that look in her eye again. Gene wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled or scared. Well, as long as it wasn’t directed at him, it was all good. The smile kept coming and going, too, which on Tracy could only mean trouble.

But what was really scary, is Mrs. H.’s friend Miranda got that same look in her eye. And they were both eying Fran, who was tied up in a chair like a bug in a spider’s web. And Gene got the feeling when it came to Fran, Tracy and Miranda could read each other’s minds. It kind of inclined him to feel vulnerable, unless it was just a figment of his imagination..

“So, you’re some kind of musician, right,” Miranda asked, her eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth all curled up. She kind of strutted over to his bed and plopped down while she was talking, then crossed her legs and braced her elbow on her knee, leaning forward like she wanted to hear everything, absolutely everything.

Fran, the bug, turned her head away as much as the ropes would let her. She looked pretty stubborn, but Gene didn’t think she’d be able to hold out when it came to Tracy.

“She’s a back up singer. I looked her up online. Not much of a career,” Tracy said. She stood over Fran, looking down on her.

Fran gave her a really dirty look.

“You know what we want to know,” Tracy said. “Tell us. Who carved the initials into Gene’s guitar?”

“It isn’t his guitar. It’s mine. It was given to me.”

Miranda raised an eyebrow in Tracy’s direction. Tracy shrugged.

“Since when,” Miranda asked.

Fran lifted her chin and got all tight lipped, like she was a heroine in some cheesy movie.

“Huh. She’s not talking,” Miranda said to Tracy.

“Oh! I know. Gene, let me see the guitar.” Tracy held her arm out, fingers wiggling in a give-me.

Sure, why not? She was better with it than he was anyway. He trusted her not to let it get hurt. She’d get her self hurt before that. So he reached under the bed where he kept it.

Tracy took it and turned it so the initials showed. K. C. carved in hard and deep. She held it up right in front of Fran, and Fran’s eyes got real big.

“Recognize this?” Tracy grinned.

“That’s mine!”

“Your initials aren’t K.C.” Miranda examined her nails while she said it.

“He gave it to me. It’s his lucky guitar, and that b*tch took it! He told me back stage that I could have it. That’s when he carved his initials into it. So I’d always think of him, he said. Like I needed that to remember. But it was supposed to be for me, my charm to make it into the big time.”

“He? Who is he?”

Fran tried to look stubborn again. Tracy waggled the guitar at her. When that didn’t do anything, she moved it close like she was giving it to Fran, then snatched it away again. The look on Fran’s face was like a cartoon. Gene looked down quick so he wouldn’t laugh.

“Who took it? Who is the b*tch?”

“Courtney. It was Courtney. She took it even before he died.”

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