“GLORIOUS REVOLUTION “Jesus,” said Gina disgustedly, before she said anything else. “What the hell are you wearing, Deb? You look like a hangover from Woodstock. I mean, you look really bad.” We ushered them to us hastily, decamping to a small clump of trees behind a stucco half-wall where we weren’t in full view. “We’re in a hurry, G.,” I said. I was suddenly seeing myself the way Gina saw me, clad in Janeane’s hippie hand-me-downs, my hair like a cheap fright wig from Walmart. I tried to sha...ke it off. “We’ve got to keep moving. My God. I can’t believe you’re here!” She and Ellis stashed their roller bags in an oleander and we kept going. Miyoko had a broadcast appointment to keep; we’d timed our walk to the minute because we hadn’t wanted to hang out, waiting, in the open. We hoped that, once we were broadcasting live, we’d have a little more protective cover. As we hurried down to the beach in our group, heavily laden with AV equipment and numchucks, Gina explained she’d had to come.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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