EXCERCISE (is the name of the latest post in the chapter of Debbie's life, FOOL'S GOLD. But I am here to say THANX AGAIN for reading my "Collective Blog." 50 anonymous hits to my blog on Monday, August 16th, the day after the festival! but I know who you are...Keep reading!) The doorbell rang. It was Vladmir. A burst of exuberant sound filled the hallway for an instant before Maxine shut the door.
A black and white divider revealed no clue as to the present occupant of the living room and what that occupant was doing. The CD player erupted, spitting forth ecstatic cheers about "a new sensation."
Somewhere in the dark living room, Nicole was performing her daily catharsis, kicking and jumping all the tension out of her body.
"Hi,Vladmir!" Debbie shouted cheerily, having just emerged from the bathroom where she was painting her fingernails a bright coral or orange, as some would have seen it. She resumed her perch, sat on the closed lid of the white toilet bowl, and finished her nails, painting them atop the latest fashion magazine. Its brightly colored pages reflected the white walls. The stagelights above the mirror provided more than ample light.
"I just come to pay Nicole for phone bill. And my sleeping bags."
Debbie shrugged and looked questioningly toward the living room. "She's excercising." She knew it would be useless to call the jumping jack's name over that loud insane music. She was giggling, as usual.
"You seem happy," Vladmir smiled.
"Oh, I am," she giggled. She spread out her left hand, and examined the coral paint for smudges. Nicole would be in there for a while.
"Poor Debbie. She'll be out of there soon," Maxine motioned to the living room. "How have you been, Vladmir? I'm so surprised to see you."
Vladmir followed Maxine into the narrow white pantry.
"I'd offer you something but we don't have anything. How about a glass of water?" Debbie shouted after him. And she burst into a fit of giggles, echoing in the white bathroom.
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