EPISODE 5, SCENE
2 Luanne leaned against the shower wall letting the water pour down on her. She was thinking about Shauna Meadows. Of course she loathed the bitch. Everyone knew Shauna was dumb as a doorknob. Her tits weren't real. Her teeth capped and artificially whitened. The blonde hair from a bottle. SHE WAS BARELY HUMAN! How could Starbuck go for such an empty-headed Boy Toy? Okay, so she was an international supermodel with gobs of money and glitterati pals, world famous in fact, her kisser herself, she was intimidated by the sheer bigness of Shauna. Richard copped to it too. Hanging out with his wife in public, he'd told Luanne, was an exercise in anonymity. It brought out the Aussie farmer's son in him, the hick. He was someone they looked past, they chatted him up to be polite. At lest that's how it felt. Luanne understood. It was something they shared. Hickphobia. Shauna wasn't even good in bed, Starbuck claimed. All smoke, no fire. Luanne was much better. Luanne allowed that this could all be bullshit, Starbuck being such an effortless pussyhound, but it felt good to hear it from him. So what was it? Why would they get back together? It was the kid, Luanne concluded. For all of his Aussie swagger, Starbuck was a great daddy, and he adored Brawley. It ripped him up to have the kid taken away when Shauna left. One of his rules during the time they were together was that there'd be no pictures of Brawley in the media (Starbuck feared kidnapping), and now, every time he opened People magazine, there was Shauna hawking makeup or walking into a premiere and there was Brawley in her lap. It sent Starbuck into a rage. But here they were, back together, and Luanne was on the shelf. Plus everyone in town knew about it. Maybe not her parents, Luanne thought, as she climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel. They weren't wired into the local gossip. Who was she kidding? Of course they'd hear about it. Shit. A lecture from the folks on her romantic instability wasn't what she needed right now, but Luanne felt it coming. |
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