I
am on the cell with food stamps twice more, including the hour in
traffic that wouldn't be parted for Moses himself. I am on hold for
an hour before I realize the office has been closed for 45 minutes.
And
when I get home who should I see on my stoop but the lovely, Jenni!
It just keeps getting better and better!
Fucking
Mondays! I'll bet there's a fucking Monday fairy. Like she was too
twisted to just give out painful shit like cavities to little kids so
instead of Tooth Fairy they promoted her to Monday Fairy, appointed
her head of the IRS and everything. And I bet the winged bitch looked
just like Jenni.
Her
belly is showing a little as I rush past her standing on my porch.
She pulls my hand from my keys, “I'm ready to accept your apology
now, Wilma,” she says and I look at her as if she's been drinking.
“You
keep waiting. I don't owe you an apology!” I snap.
“I
have a police report that says differently. It must be so hard though
… knowing how easily you and your kids were replaced with someone
younger, thinner, much … much prettier. I suppose I'd be bitter
too!”
She's
so smug and I really have to hold back from hitting her. I tell her
she is trespassing and that I'm well within my rights to shoot her if
she doesn't leave. For some reason, she seems to see it as a threat.
“If
you ever want Sam to take an interest in those mutts of yours again
I'm certain you'll learn to keep a civil tongue around me. I'm sure
we can come to some kind of arrangement!” she says in a chipper
spiel that doesn't fit. It doesn't fit but I don't care. Did she just
call my children mutts? In less than ten seconds I am going to
bitch-slap her.
“I
understand your poor mother is owed a little money from the
hospital,” and 10 … 9 …
“Sam's
been so … emotional since I’ve gotten pregnant. Just too clingy.
Y'know? He really needs someone more insecure … like you.” and 8
… 7 … 6. “That's why you two were so good together. You each
knew your limitations.” and 5 … 4.
“He
needs you. And I need money to strike out on my own. Start again with
people in my own class, if you get my meaning,” and 3 … 2.
“I'll
even sell him back to you at a discount. Say $10,000 even? I'm sure
your mother is used to buying you happiness …” and Houston we
have lift off! ***
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