plopped down on her giant lady bug shaped beanbag.
She smiled and gave me a wink. “You’re just jealous.”
I chuckled. “You’re probably right. You’re successful, confident, and full of energy. I am a psychic wannabe and work for the man.” I chugged off of my Coke to fend off the cotton that had started growing on my tongue again.
Jeni stopped mid-stitch. “Why so glum, chum? You had a good time last night, right?”
“My head feels like it’s going to spin around and fly off, that or implode. I haven’t figured which. But, yes, I did have a good time last night. Dinner at Ringlers and then out dancing at clubs. ” I tried to silence the pounding rhythm that was still present in my head, but it was no use and I just lay back and covered my face with a nearby throw pillow.
“Your friend Becca seems to be dead to the world. I dropped a box on my foot this morning, yelling obscenities and jumping around back here. I went in search of some ice and she was passed out on the sofa. I don’t think that she heard any of it!”
“She does seem able to sleep through most anything. I’ve seen her take a nap on her break at work, which isn’t exactly the quietest environment. Guess she is just one of those people. Not me, I woke up to the neighbor yelling at a car alarm this morning and then couldn’t get back to sleep.” I tipped back the can of Coke and finished it off. Maybe I should have a third one this morning.
“I bet that didn’t help the hangover headache.” Jeni went back to sewing, her industrial strength sewing machine clattering and clanging loudly with each stitch.
“Neither does that,” I said holding my head in my hands. “I’ll see ya later; I’m going to go find the shower.” I crawled out of the beanbag and headed back for my room.
Chapter Six
The rest of the weekend flew by and before I knew it I was back to work on Monday. I was not feeling the mojo today and really wished that I was doing something else. It was almost noon and every call that I’d taken so far was from a whiny woman trying to figure out the man in her life. It was enough to make me want to go and find a tall building.
My lunch break finally started and I practically jumped out of my seat. Becca caught up to me as I pushed my way out the door into the sunshine.
“Uck, I had to get out of there!” I said flinging the doors wide.
“You okay? You seem more frustrated today than usual.” Becca looked concerned for a moment, then her attention turned to finding a cigarette in her purse.
“I’m fine. I’m just really not in the mood for work today. I am worried about my friend Callie. I didn’t hear from her all weekend.” I took my lunch out of my carryall bag.
“Oh, ya, I forgot to ask you about that and your secret ‘Sandra’ identity.” Becca lit her cigarette and slid her sunglasses on to help adjust to the bright sunny daylight.
“Let’s grab a spot to eat lunch and I’ll fill you in.” Our building might be dingy and dark on the inside, but there were ample places to sit and enjoy the lunch hour outside. We sat in a side yard in the sun and I gave her the scoop on Callie, Johnny, and my alter ego.
“Speak of the devil,” I said, flipping my phone open to answer Callie’s call. I talked to Callie while and basked in the wonderfully warm weather Becca had her after lunch cigarette.
“So, what’d she have to say? Is she okay?” Becca, being the softie that she was, had instantly wanted to help with Callie’s predicament.
“She said she’s doing okay. Her family was with her this weekend and they spent part of the weekend trying to get the police to beef up their search. It’s amazing how there is a man missing, yet they don’t have the manpower or the urgency to get out there and find him.” I frowned.
“I saw on the news the other day that the Portland Police had taken another budget hit. It seems like that’s all they ever do is shrink while the rest of the
She smiled and gave me a wink. “You’re just jealous.”
I chuckled. “You’re probably right. You’re successful, confident, and full of energy. I am a psychic wannabe and work for the man.” I chugged off of my Coke to fend off the cotton that had started growing on my tongue again.
Jeni stopped mid-stitch. “Why so glum, chum? You had a good time last night, right?”
“My head feels like it’s going to spin around and fly off, that or implode. I haven’t figured which. But, yes, I did have a good time last night. Dinner at Ringlers and then out dancing at clubs. ” I tried to silence the pounding rhythm that was still present in my head, but it was no use and I just lay back and covered my face with a nearby throw pillow.
“Your friend Becca seems to be dead to the world. I dropped a box on my foot this morning, yelling obscenities and jumping around back here. I went in search of some ice and she was passed out on the sofa. I don’t think that she heard any of it!”
“She does seem able to sleep through most anything. I’ve seen her take a nap on her break at work, which isn’t exactly the quietest environment. Guess she is just one of those people. Not me, I woke up to the neighbor yelling at a car alarm this morning and then couldn’t get back to sleep.” I tipped back the can of Coke and finished it off. Maybe I should have a third one this morning.
“I bet that didn’t help the hangover headache.” Jeni went back to sewing, her industrial strength sewing machine clattering and clanging loudly with each stitch.
“Neither does that,” I said holding my head in my hands. “I’ll see ya later; I’m going to go find the shower.” I crawled out of the beanbag and headed back for my room.
Chapter Six
The rest of the weekend flew by and before I knew it I was back to work on Monday. I was not feeling the mojo today and really wished that I was doing something else. It was almost noon and every call that I’d taken so far was from a whiny woman trying to figure out the man in her life. It was enough to make me want to go and find a tall building.
My lunch break finally started and I practically jumped out of my seat. Becca caught up to me as I pushed my way out the door into the sunshine.
“Uck, I had to get out of there!” I said flinging the doors wide.
“You okay? You seem more frustrated today than usual.” Becca looked concerned for a moment, then her attention turned to finding a cigarette in her purse.
“I’m fine. I’m just really not in the mood for work today. I am worried about my friend Callie. I didn’t hear from her all weekend.” I took my lunch out of my carryall bag.
“Oh, ya, I forgot to ask you about that and your secret ‘Sandra’ identity.” Becca lit her cigarette and slid her sunglasses on to help adjust to the bright sunny daylight.
“Let’s grab a spot to eat lunch and I’ll fill you in.” Our building might be dingy and dark on the inside, but there were ample places to sit and enjoy the lunch hour outside. We sat in a side yard in the sun and I gave her the scoop on Callie, Johnny, and my alter ego.
“Speak of the devil,” I said, flipping my phone open to answer Callie’s call. I talked to Callie while and basked in the wonderfully warm weather Becca had her after lunch cigarette.
“So, what’d she have to say? Is she okay?” Becca, being the softie that she was, had instantly wanted to help with Callie’s predicament.
“She said she’s doing okay. Her family was with her this weekend and they spent part of the weekend trying to get the police to beef up their search. It’s amazing how there is a man missing, yet they don’t have the manpower or the urgency to get out there and find him.” I frowned.
“I saw on the news the other day that the Portland Police had taken another budget hit. It seems like that’s all they ever do is shrink while the rest of the
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