While Salli stared at Ria, I asked, “Did you know about Ria, about what she’s doing with Presley?”
My sister stopped moving, wisps of pot smoke drifted from her nose, “No, she never said anything.”
I smiled at her, “Have you screwed anybody yet?”
Salli didn’t hear my question because Joe took over, “Ria, tell us what’s going on, when did this start, who started it?”
“Uh, ah, — well –”
“Don’t be shy little girl, we all know what fucking is, it won’t hurt to talk about it, and we won’t be judgmental. I rolled Ria to her back then sat on my knees between her legs and studied her carefully. They chipped and chittered excitedly while talking about a capital letter Day. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her like that, and she grunted as an electrical jolt caused her to jerk. He didn’t need to ask what the fuck was going on, he went to Ria, pulled her around so she was lying on the side of the bed, he between her legs.
