Marty sighed to stand up and went to her suitcase. "Personally. I'm getting rather chilly..." She puts on this expensive red robe on.
I came over with a Twinkie in my hand to touch the fabric.
"Hey," Rizzo came too and asked, "What's that?"
Marty took Frenchy's fan, opened it, and put it to her lips looking like a model. "From Bobby in Korea."
"Are you going with a Korean?" I asked with a whine. I can barely picture her going out with a foreign Asian guy.
Marty rolled her eyes, closed the fan and hit me on the head with it. Really. "No, dummy. He's a marine!"
I ignored the pain as Rizzo and I asked at the same time, "A marine?" And we start screaming with joy.
Marty squeaks, "You want to see his picture?" She gives Rizzo her wallet full of at least sixteen pictures of guys.
"God. You're turning into a women USO!" She looks at them, and Marty follows trying to give her the picture of the guy. I sat on the floor next to the bed and started to finish off my Twinkie.
Frenchy opens the door and sighed, closed it and announced, "Hey you guys... Sandy's sick. I just did one ear, and she saw the blood and went bleh." Oh great. She threw up. I guess she saw blood for the first time ever.
I scoffed, shook my head and said putting hands on my ears, "You ain't getting your hands on my ears." Then I took another bite.
"Oh yeah?" Frenchy came by me to open Sandy's suitcase. "Well you'll be sorry. Because I just got accepted to La Coiffure Beauty School."
I asked worried, "you mean, you're dropping out of Rydell?" I don't want us risking a pink lady. Frenchy is my best friend. She still is now. She always fixes my hair a few times, we talk a lot to each other, and do each other's nails. She's the squeaky toy of the group, because her voice is so squeaky, with a little Brooklyn accent in her. She's actually from Brooklyn, but moved all the way over here before she started grade school. We've been friends for a long time, so I know she's always been dreaming of becoming a beautician.
"Hey, I don't look at it as if I'm dropping out. I look at it as a very strategic career move." She stood up with Sandy's toothbrush, about to go give it to her. She knocked on the door. "Sandy... Uh... Here's your toothbrush..." She opened the door at a crack and Sandy's hand poked out and was about to get it.
"Oh thanks Frenchy. I'm sorry to be in so much trouble." I hear Sandy's voice filled with embarrassment.
Frenchy nodded and sighed. "Oh that's ok." She closed the door.
To be honest. I kinda feel sorry about what had happened to Sandy. I mean, she's going through a tough time right now. She moved here from another country, trying to fit in, and she doesn't feel welcome. Maybe we should try to be nice to her and not humiliate her.
Rizzo went to the dresser and picked up one of Frenchy's wigs, and put it on her head. "Ms. Goody two-shoes makes me want to barf." Then she starts singing a hilarious song about making fun of Sandy's personality. Marty puts a blonde wig on. That seems like fun, so I put on my wig.
Ok... Maybe we weren't being nice to her and then humiliate her. We even tried to get Frenchy to play along. Sandy may be a tad bit annoying, but not so annoying like Patty.
But then Rizzo said the F word in Italian and Sandy opened the door and came out with a sympathetic and hurt look on her face. I blame Rizzo for this.
"You making fun of me Rizz?" She asked feeling hurt.
Rizzo replied, "Some people are so touchy." As she took off her wig.
I took mine off and put a smile on my face as if nothing happened.