More Than a Kiss

Operation Meltdown, Phase Two

Edison stumbled into the dark theatre and slid into the seat next to Jordan. Her sunglasses were on top of her head. She leaned over Jordan and said to Amy, “What’s up, Doc?”

Jordan rolled her eyes. “How original, Ed.”

“I know right? I always wanted to say that and now I can.”

Amy laughed. “Okay, I’ll let you say it, but only you.”

“I feel special,” Edison said.

“Soooo,” Jordan said, putting as much meaning as possible into one little bitty word. “How’s things?”

Edison nodded slowly and whispered, “Operation Meltdown is a-okay and ready to rock ‘n roll. Irma is baby-sitting the… uh, baby.”

Amy leaned across Jordan and said to Edison, “What’s going on?”

“What makes you say that?” Edison asked much too innocently to be innocent.

“Code words and subterfuge,” Amy said.

“You have highly developed observational skills,” Edison said.

“I’m a doctor. I’m supposed to,” Amy said. “Now, spill.”

“She might have to be our new mastermind,” Edison said.

“I concur,” Jordan replied. She looked over at Amy dressed in loose organic hemp pants, a tie-dyed blouse with a plunging neckline, and her blue high-top sneakers. She was cute and loveable and sexy all wrapped up into one package.

“Do you really want to know what we have planned or wait for the surprise? I think you’ll like it as a surprise best, but we’ll tell you if you want. I’ll even give you a hint. It involves the Ice Queen and tires and paint,” Edison said with an evil chuckle.

Claire and Lillian whipped their necks around and stared at Jordan. “Are you plotting revenge on your ex-girlfriend?” Claire asked.

Jordan was shocked into silence. Edison was not. “Hey, nobody likes eavesdroppers. So, turn your faces back around. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll forget you ever heard that.”

“That’s Amy’s mom and her lesbian, Lillian,” Jordan explained.

“Oh,” Edison said. “Sorry.” She leaned over and said to Amy, “I didn’t know your mom was a lesbian.”

“Oh, goody,” Claire said, “It’s working. We’re officially undercover, Lillian.”

Amy shrugged. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore.”

The house lights went out and the stage lights came up. Jordan took Amy’s hand. Edison noticed and sighed. Irma slinked through the doors and sat in the chair beside Edison.

“All set?” Edison whispered.

“Of course is set,” Irma said.

Edison nodded and looked at her watch. She punched a few elaborate buttons.

“Look it’s a lesbian on stilts,” Claire said, pointing to the stage. All six women sat up straighter in their seats and watched intently.