Part 3- https://stantonsislandblog.wordpress.com/2018/03/30/whaling-part-3/
“This sure is food. We sure are getting food and in a lunch line, because that’s what high school kids do to lead into a story,” Lucy said, scooping a big ole helping of high school glop food onto her tray. “Let’s go to the cafeteria and eat it.”
“Boy, it sure will be nice to eat without certain creepers leering at us the whole time, judging us for our eating habits,” Beth said, introducing the topic of conversation.
“Yeah, what a fat creep,” Lucy said. “I bet Dan’s home now, eating Cheetos and crying himself to sleep. How hilarious.”
“You sure about that, Lucy?” Carrie said, because she was also there. “I seem to recall you voting against the suspension.”
Lucy shrugged. “I did, because I didn’t think the offense warranted it, but it doesn’t mean I’m not glad it happened. I don’t like the guy. I just think it was overreach.”
“Mm-hmm,” Carrie said, glaring at Lucy.
“I was wrong, obviously. If anything, he should have been treated more harshly. I just didn’t realize how much I was being victimized. He should have been expelled. Actually, he should have been raped by a rhinoceros repeatedly, then flayed alive. That’s how much I think he should have been punished. The kid looked like a rapist.”
Carrie smiled, apparently placated. “And what, pray tell, does a rapist look like?”
“Why are you talking like an 1800s rich guy villain? And I don’t know. I assume a Russian guy in a jumpsuit.”
“Because if I say black, everyone will lose their shit.”
“Of course, they would. It would be extremely racist.”
“Which is why I said Russian. I’m basically paraphrasing something my grandfather said but substituting Russian for black. No one cares if you’re racist against Russians.”
“Wow. You’re grandfather’s a racist.”
“I know, but he’s old.”
“That doesn’t make it alright. You can’t use old age as an excuse,” Carrie said. “When you hear an old person say something wrong like that, you need to correct them because as a young person, you have all the answers.”
Lucy shrugged. “Why bother? He’ll be dead in a few years anyway.”
“Where’s your grandfather live?” Beth asked. “Does he live down on Cedar Creek?”
“Yeah, like three houses down from that insane woman,” Lucy said. “At least I assume she’s insane because she’s super nice and super friendly, and sane people aren’t friendly. Sane people are bitter husks of humanity who are completely jaded by their 21st birthday, which is convenient since that’s when you can start drinking like a normal person.”
“Hey, ladies. How’s it going?” Juan Conner said, coming up to the table where they were sitting.
Carrie looked up and smiled. “Hey, Juan.”
“You look beautiful today. Mind if I sit?”
“Not at all. And thank you.”
“Anyway, I think it’s really cool what you’re doing with the whole bullying thing. Getting rid of fat losers like Dan.”
“I didn’t quite catch the whole story, but I’m sure he deserved it. Trying to hit on someone as beautiful as you folks. What was he thinking?”
“Well, we do what we can to try to make the school a safer place for people like us,” Beth said.
“Oh, hi Beth. Anyway, Carrie, we have a game Saturday. Afterwards, some of the guys are having a party. I was wondering if you’d be interested.”