Page 31 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Oh, my girl Evette. That’s my baby,” she gushes.
“She’s nice. Do you race her?” I ask.
“I do but how did you know that,” she responds. Her perfectly arched eyebrows are raised high.
“The tires.”
“You know about cars? What do you drive?”
“Red eye Hellcat Challenger.”
“Oh shit. Doyourace?”
“I do. Daymir took me to a street race Friday night and I competed.”
“Did you win?” Presha asks.
“I did,” I proudly admit.
“I race at the track. Where was the street race?”
“I don’t know. I followed Daymir’s directions there but it was way out in the middle of nowhere. I just remember two railroad tracks. We can ask him but I’m interested in the tracks. Street races are fun but they can get really wild. On the track, it’s just racing, less danger, and it’s legal.”
“That’s exactly why I stick to the track. I can’t do anything that puts me on the radar of the police.”
“Where is it?”
“Over by the mountain. We race every other Saturday.”
“We? Are you in a riding club?” I ask.
“No, no club. Just a group of people who like to race. Are you in a riding club?”
“Yes. The Hellcat Barbies. They are based back in my hometown.”
“I like the name,” Presha says, smiling.
“You should come next Saturday and race with us. It’ll be fun. There are two girlies with Hellcats that normally come too,” Hazel says before sipping from her glass. “And maybe I can finally get you to come too,” she says to Presha.
“I might actually come and watch. Not race.”
“Trust me. I know. You barely go the damn speed limit,” Hazel says then laughs.
“What do you drive?” I ask Presha.
“That white Infiniti QX50 in the driveway.”
“Love,” we hear and all look up.
It’s Dodge so Presha stands and walks over to him and his hand immediately palms her ass. It stays there as they talk and doesn’t leave until she walks back over to us.
“The pot is ready,” she exclaims, all smiles.
“Pot?” I ask.
“Daymir didn’t tell you? The crab pot. We’re having a seafood boil. I told Dodge to tell him. You’re not allergic to seafood, are you?” she asks with concern.
“Girl no! I would die if I was allergic to seafood. I love it too much. I’m more than fine with it.”
