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though it had come from a leaky steam valve. “Do that! You can reach me on my cell at any time. I mean, like, 24 hours a day. Anytime at all.”
Melita took the plans from her and cradled them in her arms like a baby.
“Okay, okay,” she said in a supportive voice. “We’ll get back to you soon as possible.”
“Great!”
“Thank you!” Melita exclaimed.
“Oh, you're so welcome!”
“ Really, thank you! ”
Melita stared hard at the woman until she faltered and began backing away. Then, with a wave, she whirled on her heel and began half-jogging toward the back door again.
“That lady… Girl, she was weird!”
I shook my head. My lips felt glued together. I stuffed my fingers under my arms to stop them from trembling
“Bree? Are you okay? Come on now, let's get it together.”
“I can’t do this,” I muttered under my breath so quietly that she had to lean her head toward me. “I can’t do this. Fuck this. Let's get out of here.”
CHAPTER 8
Melita paced across the room, knuckling her chin in concentration. Her eyes darted to me every few seconds as I sat on the floral sofa, the afghan pulled up to my nose.
“Okay, I just want to say this,” she started.
“Nope.”
“Bree,” she whined, “just hear me out.”
“I don't need to hear you out. I've already made up my mind. Let's just go put in applications at the Brewhouse.”
She stopped in mid-stride and whirled on me, holding her hands out from her hips.
“I just got this outfit!”
I stared her up and down, confused. “And it's a lovely outfit?"
“No! I mean I just got this outfit. For our new life . It is good and started, the life, I mean.”
I open my mouth but nothing would come out.
“Melita…”
“Yes, that's right! You're taking me with you,” she commanded.
“But I'm not going anywhere,” I said in a small voice.
“Oh, don't be such a pussy!”
I scowled at her from under the blanket and drew it up closer to my eyes. I really was not in the mood for a new enemy.
She pouted and then cocked her head at me sighing. Her foot tapped against the threadbare carpet and I felt a twinge of real guilt.
“Mel, I'm really sorry. I truly am… I just can't.”
She shook her head. "You can't let Carl decide what kind of life you get. Not anymore. Do I need to remind you that you left him? That means everything you do from now on is your fault, good or bad. And if you let him decide what kind of future you have, then… Well, I don't know what.”
She sighed in frustration and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she ran out of steam. I had to admit though, there was a lot of wisdom in the first part of that.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I tried to gather whatever strength I had in me though my reserves seemed dangerously low.
“Okay, I will think about it.”
She squealed and bounced on her toes. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Because I looked pretty fucking cute in this new outfit!”
“Yes,” I admitted sourly, “you sure did. And you’re right, anywhere I go, I'm taking you with me.”
“Aw,” she cooed affectionately. “I'll take you everywhere with me too! Assuming I ever get to go anywhere nice! You know that reminds me,” she said, gesturing with one finger for me to wait, “want to come out with me and Jay tonight?"
“Oh I don't know,” I shook my head. “I mean, I sort of have a date with this afghan? And whatever kind of ice cream is left in the freezer?”
“No, come on! It'll be fun! I really want you to meet him,” she wheedled. Her eyes were framed by the swooping arches of her eyebrows. She just had them redone and I swear they had a little bit of blue in them now.
“I will not be any fun at all,” I warned her.
“Then you'll do it? Oh, that is so great!”
“No, I mean it. I will not be any fun, like, at all.”
She shrugged with one shoulder. “So what else is new?”
“Oh, ha ha, funny funny.”
She flung her shoes off and smiled happily to
Melita took the plans from her and cradled them in her arms like a baby.
“Okay, okay,” she said in a supportive voice. “We’ll get back to you soon as possible.”
“Great!”
“Thank you!” Melita exclaimed.
“Oh, you're so welcome!”
“ Really, thank you! ”
Melita stared hard at the woman until she faltered and began backing away. Then, with a wave, she whirled on her heel and began half-jogging toward the back door again.
“That lady… Girl, she was weird!”
I shook my head. My lips felt glued together. I stuffed my fingers under my arms to stop them from trembling
“Bree? Are you okay? Come on now, let's get it together.”
“I can’t do this,” I muttered under my breath so quietly that she had to lean her head toward me. “I can’t do this. Fuck this. Let's get out of here.”
CHAPTER 8
Melita paced across the room, knuckling her chin in concentration. Her eyes darted to me every few seconds as I sat on the floral sofa, the afghan pulled up to my nose.
“Okay, I just want to say this,” she started.
“Nope.”
“Bree,” she whined, “just hear me out.”
“I don't need to hear you out. I've already made up my mind. Let's just go put in applications at the Brewhouse.”
She stopped in mid-stride and whirled on me, holding her hands out from her hips.
“I just got this outfit!”
I stared her up and down, confused. “And it's a lovely outfit?"
“No! I mean I just got this outfit. For our new life . It is good and started, the life, I mean.”
I open my mouth but nothing would come out.
“Melita…”
“Yes, that's right! You're taking me with you,” she commanded.
“But I'm not going anywhere,” I said in a small voice.
“Oh, don't be such a pussy!”
I scowled at her from under the blanket and drew it up closer to my eyes. I really was not in the mood for a new enemy.
She pouted and then cocked her head at me sighing. Her foot tapped against the threadbare carpet and I felt a twinge of real guilt.
“Mel, I'm really sorry. I truly am… I just can't.”
She shook her head. "You can't let Carl decide what kind of life you get. Not anymore. Do I need to remind you that you left him? That means everything you do from now on is your fault, good or bad. And if you let him decide what kind of future you have, then… Well, I don't know what.”
She sighed in frustration and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she ran out of steam. I had to admit though, there was a lot of wisdom in the first part of that.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I tried to gather whatever strength I had in me though my reserves seemed dangerously low.
“Okay, I will think about it.”
She squealed and bounced on her toes. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Because I looked pretty fucking cute in this new outfit!”
“Yes,” I admitted sourly, “you sure did. And you’re right, anywhere I go, I'm taking you with me.”
“Aw,” she cooed affectionately. “I'll take you everywhere with me too! Assuming I ever get to go anywhere nice! You know that reminds me,” she said, gesturing with one finger for me to wait, “want to come out with me and Jay tonight?"
“Oh I don't know,” I shook my head. “I mean, I sort of have a date with this afghan? And whatever kind of ice cream is left in the freezer?”
“No, come on! It'll be fun! I really want you to meet him,” she wheedled. Her eyes were framed by the swooping arches of her eyebrows. She just had them redone and I swear they had a little bit of blue in them now.
“I will not be any fun at all,” I warned her.
“Then you'll do it? Oh, that is so great!”
“No, I mean it. I will not be any fun, like, at all.”
She shrugged with one shoulder. “So what else is new?”
“Oh, ha ha, funny funny.”
She flung her shoes off and smiled happily to
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