The girls return carrying heavy packages that spill from their arms. I get up to grab some items when Harley's face appears behind one of the large bags. She's wearing dark sunglasses. I set the bags down then walk over to face her.
"It's dark now Harley. Please take those glasses off."
"they are new!" "I like them at night too." "They make me look cool ." she said.
Ivy walks over to face her now and tilts her head. She motions for her to hand over the shades.
Harley nods no.
"Fine wear them." "But I told you the last time you showed up black and blue that I planned on giving your boyfriend a new make-over."
"Did he hit you again?" Ivy asks Slowly Harley lifts her head. "It was my fault really...I was"
Ivy and I cut her off "No. It wasn't!"
Ivy is agitated and twists her hair tight into a large bun. "Let me see please so I can put some ointment on it for pain , swelling and possible scarring." she implores.
I clinch my fists. "He's got it coming!" I scream.
Harley slowly slides of the glasses. We gasp. Both eyes are swollen and blue with scratches on the brow bones like a wild animal attacked her.
It looks pasty and swollen. Ivy peers closely. "Oh my god!" We gasp.
"Let me see what I brought with me." Ivy mutters agitated.
"Did you try to cover that up with make-up.?" I ask.
Harley nods a slow bashful yes.
"come and sit down sweetie, it's okay. You poor thing." I stammer.
While she sits I whisper to Ivy she may be beat up more than just the face. We may need to take her to a doctor.
We gently pat and clean her sullen face. The gashes Ivy said shouldn't scar if she keeps applying the salve. Harley is beautiful, an extreme athlete, excellent marksman ,agile ,and unpredictable. Her only downfall is her predictable piece of shit boyfriend. I knew that clown wasn't any good for her the moment I laid eyes on him. The problem was when she was a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum she actually fell for his pity me story. She still makes excuses for his behavior which is nothing less than a savage wild beast. He only keeps her around to do his dirty work and to slap around. I can't wait to squeeze my claws around that greasy faced ghoul's throat!
Things were going to change. As we sit and talke I make an offer for Harley to come and live with me. I have plenty of room. Ivy acts a bit silent. I tell her also that she is more than welcome but no flesh eating plants or poisonous plants are allowed. I tell her she can also grow plants on the roof if she likes. Harley asks if she can put up a big swing and maybe a trapeze. I laugh and say "whatever my girls want they will get! "and we giggle and hug.
We prepare a wonderful meal. Ivy is quite the vegetable cook. She makes us a large salad of spring greens with baby Roma tomatoes in a balsamic vinaigrette sauce. We make a light chicken angel hair pasta with lemon zest dish as the meal and good old fashioned chocolate chip cookies for always cures the blues .
We decide to put on a comedy movie. We slid in the movie Home Alone and hit play. Harley loves comedies. We snuggle on the couch and inter lap our long legs on the glass coffee table. Just a night hanging out with the girls. They say time heals all wounds but perhaps good friends heal them best. I gaze over at my two friends and smile and raise my glass of ice cold milk.
"to good friends and good times!" we clink our tumblers with cheerful hearts.
Harley quickly dunks her cookie and giggles.