That Son of A....
“Emma, are you joking? My kids and I use that tub I can’t just let some stranger and your Aunt get all cozy having a sponge bath in my bathroom, I know I owe you, you haven’t stopped to remind me but come on this is a ridiculous request.”
“Okay fine, will you please just take them off my hands and let them hang out here with you? I will tell them your tub doesn’t work or something I just need them out of my place for one whole day, I’m begging you.”
Amber moves her eyes towards Aunt Irene and Darrell while giving one long pause before she gives me her answer, “they can stay for the day, but no sponge bath and they are out of my place by six the latest, I mean it Emma! I have my own kids to watch.” I clap my hands together with excitement because I could check another thing off my adult list, “do not let Aunt Irene get to me,”
“THANK YOU! I promise I will be back here before six.” I reassured Amber then proceeded to fill in Darrell and my aunt that they would be spending the day with Amber while I did some important work and that they would have to hold off on the sponge bath due to “water maintenance” Amber was having, to my surprise my aunt shrugged her shoulders and didn’t bother pushing the sponge bath idea any further, thank god.
I wave goodbye rushing down the steps fast into my truck before Amber could change her mind then headed off to the next thing on my list, “make my store badass.” That’s right no more Josh memories getting in my way; it was time for me to take over because I am adulting today! I pulled up to my store turned off my truck then checked on my little professional bun in my rearview mirror to make sure it was still intact, “still there, still looking good.” I say to myself, and then headed into, “Living on the Edge.”
“Angela? Angela where are you? I have some ideas and things we need to go over regarding improving the store.” Where in the hell is she? She was usually posted at the front desk watching the latest make-up YouTube tutorials on the computer while “working.” I looked around to see if a sticky note was left around saying she had to step out….no that couldn’t be? She wouldn’t have left the front door unlocked. I was confused and worried, it wasn’t like Angela to disappear, I checked my phone to see if I had any missed calls or text messages from her, but nothing no trace of Angela. As I go through the front desk one more time to see if I missed anything I notice a fresh box of cigarettes open with one taken out. Angela wasn’t a smoker or at least so I thought, knowing from T.V. shows most smokers always went to the back of building to smoke, so that’s what I did I followed what T.V. told me and there stood Angela smoking with smudge eyeliner running down her face.
“Angela, what’s going on? You okay?” Angela looked as if someone had run over her dog she was a complete mess I had no idea what caused this smoker tear face, Angela.
“It was awful; someone came into the store with a badge and said you have been served! The officer or serve person kept calling me by your name I was confused and in shocked I didn’t tell them what my actual name was I thought at first I was going to jail-“
“Wait back up for a minute? Served, me? That can’t be right, why would I be getting served?” I was trying my best to be patient with Angela’s meltdown but the girl wasn’t making any sense. “Where are the papers the guy gave you?” Angela started to cry harder than before then lead me to the papers that she was served. As I slowly read I realized I was being served by JOSH! That son of a bitch is serving me papers over the rights of his photography for my logo “Living on the Edge,” no fucking way, he can’t do this to me, that photo/logo was our idea. This was so unlike Josh….or at least the old Josh I knew wouldn’t do something like this to me.
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