Don't Look Down

The girl undamped and moved on to her next victim. "I got it," LaFavre said, looking a little dazed, his aviator glasses askew on his face.

A voice cut through the thumping music: "Hey, asshole."

Wilder twisted his head and blinked at the five-foot-tall, abnormally big-busted, red-haired fireball who was glaring at LaFavre, now straightening his sunglasses. How the hell does she keep from tipping over? Wilder wondered.

"Ahh, Gi

But it didn't work. "Don't 'Gi

LaFavre dug into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. "I got a dime here and-"

"You owe me five dimes," Gi

"A down payment," LaFavre said.

Gi

Wilder was puzzled for a second, then the lightbulb went on as Gi

She bounced off, Tattoo Man edged back, and Wilder stared at LaFavre, who seemed pretty happy about handing a thousand dollars to a woman who had just called him an asshole.

LaFavre smiled. "She's something, is she not?"

Althea would have had LaFavre's life savings in ten minutes, Wilder thought, as he nodded in what he hoped was lecherous agreement. He tried to find the right word. "Unbelievable." That seemed to cover it.

"Worth every cent," LaFavre went on. "I look on them as an investment in her future." He pointed. Gi

LaFavre leaned over as Gi

Gi

Excellent logic, Wilder thought, and also time for him to be going. He stood up and shook LaFavre's hand. "Thanks. I owe you."

LaFavre's eyes were on Gi

"Good to know you got my back," Wilder said, knowing LaFavre wasn't hearing anything anymore.

If the terrorists ever hired Gi

Chapter 12

Lucy caught the last shuttle back to base camp, so tired she sat with her head on the back of the seat, letting it bounce as the shuttle went over the ruts. Too much tension last night, too much tension all day, and then making a fool of herself over Wilder in front of the whole cast and crew-

"I need sleep," she said as the bus pulled into base camp and then opened her eyes when she realized she'd said it out loud.

Nobody paid any attention.

Okay, she thought, as she got off the bus and headed for the camper. Check on Daisy, find Gloom, drive the camper back to the hotel, take a shower to get the dust off, then a hot bath so you can sleep…

She opened the camper door and Pepper said, "Hooray, Aunt Lucy is here! The party can start!" and beamed, her WonderWear a bright splotch against the white camper curtains.

"Party!" Lucy said, trying desperately to sound excited. "This is-" She stopped as she caught sight of Daisy, sitting in one of the swivel chairs beside Pepper, her generous figure making the most of her size-small WonderWear. "Wow," she said and started to laugh.

"Laugh while you can, Monkey Girl," Daisy said. "Your Wonder-Wear awaits." She tossed a gold-painted rope across to her. "Do not forget the Lasso of Truth. We are nothing without our lassos."

"Put it on, Aunt Lucy," Pepper said, and Lucy laughed again and climbed into the camper.

She dropped the rope on the table and stripped off her jeans, shirt, and tank top. Then she pulled on the blue-starred pants and red camisole with the double gold Ws over her underwear. "What do you think?" she said to them as she went back to the dinette.

Daisy burst out laughing.

"You look wonderful," Pepper said. "We all look wonderful."

Lucy slid into the swivel chair next to her, trying to forget her dreams of a hot bath. "So we need cake, right?"

"Gloom is bringing it," Pepper said importantly. "With a surprise."

"Gloom's surprises are excellent," Lucy said.

"And J.T. is coming."

"Good for J.T.," Lucy said, feeling more cheerful. "So what happens at a Wonder Woman party?"

"Well, we can talk about Wonder Woman," Pepper said. "We can each say something we know about her."

"I know something," Daisy said, bringing up a paper bag from under the table. "Or at least Estelle in wardrobe knows something." She took three gold lame headbands out of the bag, each with a big red star glued in the middle.

"Crowns!" Pepper said, achieving ecstasy on the spot. She spread them out and took the smallest one. "They go on like this," she said, shoving the crown over her head, the elastic strip in back so that the lame went across her forehead.

"Like that." Lucy watched Daisy pull hers on. "You look very cute in that," she said with a straight face.

"Uh huh," Daisy said. "Put your crown on, Aunt Lucy."

"Take your braid down first," Pepper said.

Lucy pulled the tie from the end of her braid and shook her hair loose. Then she pulled the headband on.

"You know," Daisy said, "you actually kind of look like her."

"You do" Pepper said. "Go see yourself."

Lucy got up and opened the door to the tiny bathroom. Her hair color was right, but the rest, not so much. "Nope. I don't think Wonder Woman is ever going to look like she's thirty-four." She turned back to Daisy. "You know, I used to think her uniform was sort of…" She shot a glance at Pepper, who waited to hear. "Not… fashionable."

Pepper frowned, as if she wasn't sure what that meant but she didn't like it.

"But I was wrong," Lucy said, keeping an eye on her. I his thing has immense possibilities." She put her hands on her hips. "I'm feeling very powerful. Shazaam!"

"No,' Pepper said. "Wonder Woman says, 'Sufferin' Sappho.' "

"You're kidding," Lucy said, while Daisy tried to stifle a laugh.

"I can show you." Pepper pulled one of the comics out of the pile of loot on the table.

"It's okay." Lucy went back to the dinette and sat down, yanking her WonderWear down as she sat, wondering if Wonder Woman had the same problem with wedgies. "I believe you. Sufferin' Sappho! It has a ring to it."

"I'm certainly going to be using it from now on," Daisy said, her cheeks pink. She still looked tired, but she also looked ten years younger than she had the night before, and Lucy relaxed and thought, The hell with a hot bath.

"You need your boots back on," Pepper said. "See?" She stuck out her rain-booted foot.