business.
“Well, I think you will love these clothes!” she said, holding out a trash bag. She held it open as I rifled through some of the items.
“Ooh la,” I said, holding up a sexy flesh tone sweater. This is the perfect color for you.”
“I know! I love that one.”
“It’s yours,” I said, handing it to her.
“Really?” Evie took the sweater and pressed it against her body. “It’s so soft.”
“Yep, think of it as one of the perks of working for me.”
“Thank you so much!” Evie danced, holding the sweater in front of her.
I rummaged through a few more items. “Nice brands, are they all plus sizes?” I asked.
“Yep,” Evie replied, “and it was fill a bag day at the thrift store so it was dirt cheap. I got all this for ten bucks.”
“Awesome!” It was hard for women to find quality plus sized clothing at affordable prices in local stores, so the plus sized clothes we found tended to sell pretty well at auction…that is, what was left of them. I would pick through everything I bought for myself before listing. Now I would have even less to list as Evie would be picking through them too. But it wasn’t like I could offer her medical benefits or a retirement plan. I was glad I was able to offer some perks—small as they were.
“Ok, let me work on taking apart this machine. Can you do a run to the Post Office?”
“Sure,” Evie replied with a grin on her face. “Maybe I will see Mr. Hottie Tottie there.”
“Not sure that Hottie goes to the Post Office on Fridays,” I said, teasing.
Hottie Tottie was a great looking guy who owned a music store. He made regular trips to the Post Office to mail instruments people purchased online from him. In the past, neither of us had enjoyed doing a Post Office run, and most of the time we had our regular carrier take our packages. But on occasion, we’d need to run to the Post Office for something or another, and on one of those trips Evie had met and struck up a conversation with Tyler, aka, Mr. Hottie Tottie. Now she loved going there.
“Well, I can’t wait to find out!” Evie shot back.
“I probably won’t be here when you get back, do you want to meet up at the Bite Me for dinner or are you busy?”
“I wish I was busy—not that I don’t love having dinner with you of course,” Evie responded. “See you in a couple hours!”
As Evie sashayed out the door, I took apart the bread machine, laying out the pieces on the table in my office. There was a kneading paddle, rubber gasket, bread pan, belt, lid, and a few more bits and pieces. Though Evie had only paid a buck for the unit, I would be able to sell the parts for a tidy profit.
It was funny how the pieces from used appliances could often sell for more individually at auction than the whole machine. Since this machine’s heating element had burned out, it couldn’t be sold as a working unit anyway. It was great to give new life to the parts that were useable. As I finished taking it apart, I tried not to think about my upcoming meeting with Steve Carlson this afternoon. Just thinking about the meeting filled me with dread…but it had to be done.
I glanced at my watch. It was close to 4 o’clock. I reluctantly grabbed my jean jacket and headed for the car. I couldn’t wait to get this over with and meet Evie for a relaxing dinner and drinks afterwards.
~*~
I steeled myself before knocking on Steve’s office door. For the past weeks I had gone out of my way to avoid this man, and here I had made an appointment to see him…but it wasn’t like I had much choice. I had to figure out what was going on at Werewolf Haven. Nana had always been so happy living there, but it was obvious from what she and Mrs. Greenwood said that things weren’t going well since Steve had assumed the management position.
“Alicia, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Steve asked as he greeted me, a sassy grin plastered across his face.
I remembered how impressed I had been when
“Well, I think you will love these clothes!” she said, holding out a trash bag. She held it open as I rifled through some of the items.
“Ooh la,” I said, holding up a sexy flesh tone sweater. This is the perfect color for you.”
“I know! I love that one.”
“It’s yours,” I said, handing it to her.
“Really?” Evie took the sweater and pressed it against her body. “It’s so soft.”
“Yep, think of it as one of the perks of working for me.”
“Thank you so much!” Evie danced, holding the sweater in front of her.
I rummaged through a few more items. “Nice brands, are they all plus sizes?” I asked.
“Yep,” Evie replied, “and it was fill a bag day at the thrift store so it was dirt cheap. I got all this for ten bucks.”
“Awesome!” It was hard for women to find quality plus sized clothing at affordable prices in local stores, so the plus sized clothes we found tended to sell pretty well at auction…that is, what was left of them. I would pick through everything I bought for myself before listing. Now I would have even less to list as Evie would be picking through them too. But it wasn’t like I could offer her medical benefits or a retirement plan. I was glad I was able to offer some perks—small as they were.
“Ok, let me work on taking apart this machine. Can you do a run to the Post Office?”
“Sure,” Evie replied with a grin on her face. “Maybe I will see Mr. Hottie Tottie there.”
“Not sure that Hottie goes to the Post Office on Fridays,” I said, teasing.
Hottie Tottie was a great looking guy who owned a music store. He made regular trips to the Post Office to mail instruments people purchased online from him. In the past, neither of us had enjoyed doing a Post Office run, and most of the time we had our regular carrier take our packages. But on occasion, we’d need to run to the Post Office for something or another, and on one of those trips Evie had met and struck up a conversation with Tyler, aka, Mr. Hottie Tottie. Now she loved going there.
“Well, I can’t wait to find out!” Evie shot back.
“I probably won’t be here when you get back, do you want to meet up at the Bite Me for dinner or are you busy?”
“I wish I was busy—not that I don’t love having dinner with you of course,” Evie responded. “See you in a couple hours!”
As Evie sashayed out the door, I took apart the bread machine, laying out the pieces on the table in my office. There was a kneading paddle, rubber gasket, bread pan, belt, lid, and a few more bits and pieces. Though Evie had only paid a buck for the unit, I would be able to sell the parts for a tidy profit.
It was funny how the pieces from used appliances could often sell for more individually at auction than the whole machine. Since this machine’s heating element had burned out, it couldn’t be sold as a working unit anyway. It was great to give new life to the parts that were useable. As I finished taking it apart, I tried not to think about my upcoming meeting with Steve Carlson this afternoon. Just thinking about the meeting filled me with dread…but it had to be done.
I glanced at my watch. It was close to 4 o’clock. I reluctantly grabbed my jean jacket and headed for the car. I couldn’t wait to get this over with and meet Evie for a relaxing dinner and drinks afterwards.
~*~
I steeled myself before knocking on Steve’s office door. For the past weeks I had gone out of my way to avoid this man, and here I had made an appointment to see him…but it wasn’t like I had much choice. I had to figure out what was going on at Werewolf Haven. Nana had always been so happy living there, but it was obvious from what she and Mrs. Greenwood said that things weren’t going well since Steve had assumed the management position.
“Alicia, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Steve asked as he greeted me, a sassy grin plastered across his face.
I remembered how impressed I had been when
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