“… She opened the cage, reached in and took out Harriet, trying to balance her heft on both arms.
“Here, I have an idea,” she said, and moved uncomfortably close. “Wrap her around your waist, like this.” Before I could respond she began draping the lethargic boa around my middle. “On a cold day like today she will hardly move.” Kim looked like a fashion designer installing a new fangled belt on a model. Then she said, “Perfect, your sheepskin coat will keep her cozy. It’s better than a pillow case.”
I was speechless. “There, close those coat buckles and go.” She moved on to another task. I had no choice. Gingerly, I adjusted Harriet’s smooth cool body and made sure her muscular bulk was evenly distributed around my waist. She felt nearly as heavy as my four- year old son. For the moment, my nervousness about being late to the TV studio overshadowed my fear. I walked out toward the side entrance just as the security guard opened the metal gate and a yellow taxi skidded to a stop on the slippery entrance path.
The cabbie rolled down the window, looked me over from head to foot and whistled. “Let’s go,” he said, “Before the traffic gets any worse.” I got into the back seat inhaling an unidentifiable scent of air freshener fighting to overpower the tobacco stink. I hoped the odors wouldn’t annoy Harriet, but she remained inert as a thick brown belt. After the shock at my circumstance wore off a little, all I could think of was, if only Donna could see me here, sitting in a taxi with a huge serpent snuggled up to my belly, a regular Eve earning her daily bread. Nah, she’d never believe it….”