Interview with a Vampire -Bette Porter
Shane closes my car door and coming from her shirt and skin she smells strongly of sex and pot. “Sorry, Bette, I couldn’t get a shower. Carmen’s mad at me, but also fucking my brains out.” She rolls the window down. “How are things at your place?”
“Different, but sometimes not dissimilar. She’s all over the map, too.” I sympathize.
“This crazy love-wacked fucking nightmare shit that Carmen’s putting me through? I’m being blamed for being a bird in her fucking dream.”
Shane raps and taps her fingers nervously on the roof of the car. “And you know what else? It never fucking stops.”
“Like a shark – it stops it dies.” I add cryptically.
“This is probably incredibly un-PC, but Latino women – crazy emotional and find no need to explain anything that makes any fucking sense about it –ever, at all.” She fumes a bit.
“It’s not a racial thing, but I get your point. Tina’s mysterious but in a reserved, then weepy Anglo kind of way.”
“And you?” She focuses inside the car finally.
“A darker shade of dumb ass than you, I suppose.” I smile over at her.
On this unusual outing I’ve been nagged by Tina to suss out Alice’s lover, the Vampire Uta, and I can’t think of a better companion to have ride along than Shane. She’s complicated, but enjoyable.
Long ago she seems to have settled with herself that things in her past were beyond her control so, fuck it. I’ve known her long enough to see that she believes this, and treats her dark past as if it were behind her. And remarkable as that would be if it were true for her – and for all of us – it’s not possible. Few things are truly behind us. In an instant their memories can play and come to life and bring us the most vivid reels of our brilliance, or shatter us with movies of our failings.
“Shane, I have to say, I’m glad you’re riding with me. Tina’s not leaving me alone about Alice’s mental health, her safety really.”
“No problem, Bette, I’ll always ride shotgun for you.” She looks at me incredulously, as if we’re actually going to have an effect on anything other than a few drinks, and an evening away from home. “Vampires are not the kind of thing you really want to do alone.”