“So I fuckedhim!” Charlene hollered after her. “And yeah, I liked it, so what? But I said I was sorry! What the hell more do you want? Get off me, bitch! Get off!”
Edie risked a glance back and saw Charlene’s friend was trying to restrain her, with little success. Charlene stumbled against the side of the building and pushed her friend away, then kicked a leg out to try to connect with her friend’s knee but missed. The movement sent her off balance and she fell back, landing with an audible thudon the curb on her backside.
As if her tumble were Edie’s fault, she called out, “Fuck you, Edith Davis! You mangy cunt! Your new girlfriend’s an ugly, mannish whore!”
Joanne’s fingernails dug into Edie’s side, but she kept walking. They were far enough away now that they could pretend Charlene wasn’t talking to them, but Edie’s heart was racing, and her whole body shook angrily. With deliberate care, Joanne asked, “And who exactly was that again?”