“That’s her. Mountains,” Sookie said to Bridget.
Bridget looked up. “Oh my God.”
A tall woman with huge breasts stood by the door.
“Mountains, hum?”
“Yep. When she turns sideways she blots out the weather map from the coast to the Rocky Mountains.
Phyllis “Mountains” Murphy was the new weather girl on Channel 4 and the newest member of the Wilder Wrestling League.
Are they real?’
Sookie tried not to stare. “She hasn’t wrestled.”
“I hope her first opponent can hold her breath for a long time. I see a tit smother in the offing.”
“If you got it, flaunt it,” said Sookie.
“It’s what’s up front that counts and half a dozen other clichés that come to mind.”
They laughed.
Mountains looked at them. They pretended not to notice.
“She know you?”
“Haven’t met yet.”
“Me either. We’re safe.”
The girl behind the bar handed the woman a late in a paper cup and she left.
Bridget watched her go. “I want her.”
“Be careful what you wish for you might get it.”
That evening Bridget and Sookie introduced themselves to Phyllis Murphy at the monthly meeting of the Wilder Wrestling League. At the end of the meeting, Alice, the president, went around with the gold fish bowl. The group drew opponents for their next meeting.
When it was Bridget’s turn she reached in deep and pulled out a name: Phyllis Murphy.
Sookie looked at the name, then at Bridget. “How long can you hold your breath?”
