Liberty's Sparkle (23)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (23)"
   
   Faye drove her jeep, afforded by a waitress job at a local eatery, where coffee was poured with quicksilver, eggs were fried with swift intention, but the talk was clean and offered a bit of dandy-like things, making her feel a bit proud for holding down a decent job, all things considered.
   Anyway, she had fought an eternal battle, it seemed, over the last 24 hours within her pierced yet somewhat smart brain, concluding that Liberty needed no more negative energy, and that she (Faye) would always be a pal of sorts, though knowing plenty of Liberty's time would seem stolen by the weird presence of Tom.  In the big scheme--who gives a crap, she thought.  It was just nice to have Liberty as a friend, for the golden girl oozed forth regularity and calm, something Faye was drawn to, though pierced and tattooed beyond normality herself.
   So, pulling her jeep up in front of Tom's mobile home, seeing the twosome (Liberty and Tom) sitting on chaise lounges and socializing, Faye did not emanate with envy; on the contrary, with total cool she exited her vehicle, making a swift saunter towards her friends, and started shooting the shit.  
   Yes, yes, yes--all three of them were FRIENDS, now and forever.