minute now. His metal trash can is full of paper. I sit down at his desk and just pick up a handful to see what he printed. Every single page is about the benefits of getting a Lap Band to lose weight. Is he crazy? I read some of the information but find it disgusting, and even though I’m tempted to ball up the paper, I stop myself, so he won’t know I’ve been in his room.
I walk into my bedroom and look out the window. No rain yet. Western Los Angeles is down below. But I can’t see it. There are 747s flying overhead, about to land at LAX. Living on a hill has its advantages and disadvantages. When there’s no smog, you can see for miles. Or when the Santa Ana winds come in late autumn or early winter. I wish Betty Jean would consider moving just a little closer in this direction. I could get her a good deal on a foreclosed property, but I haven’t bothered to mention this. It might be better to wait until Lee David passes, which unfortunately shouldn’t be that much longer. Poor fella.
I put on one of my favorite cocoa-brown linen suits because I have four open houses starting later this morning. Right after I stop by Betty Jean’s I’ll head over to my office and pick up all the docs. I take a ribeye out of the freezer for Omar later. He loves ribeyes. He’s always hungry when he gets home, no matter what he says.
When I back out of my driveway, I see rush-hour traffic, which I’ve already factored in. As I inch my way to the bottom of the hill, I’m wondering how long those kids are going to be staying at Betty Jean’s this time around and I pray she’s not thinking about keeping them. After all, Trinetta’s not dead. And this is why foster care was created. I don’t know if I’ll bring this topic up. It’s probably too soon.
I hope like hell Tammy’s not over there. She loves to show Betty Jean sympathy when she doesn’t need it. I cannot stand that little white wench. And if Lee David is blasting
Dora the Explorer
I’m going to close his door. He should’ve been in assisted care two years ago, but Betty Jean has never taken my advice, which is why I’ve tried to stop giving it. And what did she do? Went out and hired the trampiest young attendant she could find to care for him. I don’t trust Nurse Kim. First of all, she’s too pretty to be doing such a creepy job. Why on earth would somebody who’s sexy as hell in a turtleneck want to spend all day with an old man in a dark and dreary bedroom? And in a house that creaks when you walk from the front to the back, one that needed remodeling about twenty years ago? She’s probably stealing. Something. Not that there’s anything of value in there, but some folks just like to take advantage.
I pull into her driveway. It’s got big round oil stains on it. And her sidewalk is cracked and raised from too many tremors and earthquakes. I wish she would paint this house. Beige is such a drab color on a block with nothing but beige houses. At least the Koreans had enough sense to paint theirs mint green and the shutters white. They could stand to plant some grass and a few flowers wouldn’t kill them. But I really don’t care.
I knock once or twice like I always do and walk on in. And who is standing there to greet me? Tammy Wynette! Even though I usually look right through her, this morning I decide to be polite. “Good morning, Tammy,” I say. “Is my sister not here?”
“She took the little ones to school and then she’s going on to the hotel for part of the day. Forgive me for being half-naked but I had to rush over so BJ wouldn’t be late.”
“That’s a beautiful robe,” I say. “Bullock’s?”
“J.C. Penney. But thank you,” she says. “Why didn’t you bother to call first instead of just dropping by?”
“Because I forgot my cell phone. At any rate, I’ll try to catch her at work.”
This must be my lucky morning.
“Good morning, everybody. Is something going on?”
Before I have a chance to respond, Beyoncé
I walk into my bedroom and look out the window. No rain yet. Western Los Angeles is down below. But I can’t see it. There are 747s flying overhead, about to land at LAX. Living on a hill has its advantages and disadvantages. When there’s no smog, you can see for miles. Or when the Santa Ana winds come in late autumn or early winter. I wish Betty Jean would consider moving just a little closer in this direction. I could get her a good deal on a foreclosed property, but I haven’t bothered to mention this. It might be better to wait until Lee David passes, which unfortunately shouldn’t be that much longer. Poor fella.
I put on one of my favorite cocoa-brown linen suits because I have four open houses starting later this morning. Right after I stop by Betty Jean’s I’ll head over to my office and pick up all the docs. I take a ribeye out of the freezer for Omar later. He loves ribeyes. He’s always hungry when he gets home, no matter what he says.
When I back out of my driveway, I see rush-hour traffic, which I’ve already factored in. As I inch my way to the bottom of the hill, I’m wondering how long those kids are going to be staying at Betty Jean’s this time around and I pray she’s not thinking about keeping them. After all, Trinetta’s not dead. And this is why foster care was created. I don’t know if I’ll bring this topic up. It’s probably too soon.
I hope like hell Tammy’s not over there. She loves to show Betty Jean sympathy when she doesn’t need it. I cannot stand that little white wench. And if Lee David is blasting
Dora the Explorer
I’m going to close his door. He should’ve been in assisted care two years ago, but Betty Jean has never taken my advice, which is why I’ve tried to stop giving it. And what did she do? Went out and hired the trampiest young attendant she could find to care for him. I don’t trust Nurse Kim. First of all, she’s too pretty to be doing such a creepy job. Why on earth would somebody who’s sexy as hell in a turtleneck want to spend all day with an old man in a dark and dreary bedroom? And in a house that creaks when you walk from the front to the back, one that needed remodeling about twenty years ago? She’s probably stealing. Something. Not that there’s anything of value in there, but some folks just like to take advantage.
I pull into her driveway. It’s got big round oil stains on it. And her sidewalk is cracked and raised from too many tremors and earthquakes. I wish she would paint this house. Beige is such a drab color on a block with nothing but beige houses. At least the Koreans had enough sense to paint theirs mint green and the shutters white. They could stand to plant some grass and a few flowers wouldn’t kill them. But I really don’t care.
I knock once or twice like I always do and walk on in. And who is standing there to greet me? Tammy Wynette! Even though I usually look right through her, this morning I decide to be polite. “Good morning, Tammy,” I say. “Is my sister not here?”
“She took the little ones to school and then she’s going on to the hotel for part of the day. Forgive me for being half-naked but I had to rush over so BJ wouldn’t be late.”
“That’s a beautiful robe,” I say. “Bullock’s?”
“J.C. Penney. But thank you,” she says. “Why didn’t you bother to call first instead of just dropping by?”
“Because I forgot my cell phone. At any rate, I’ll try to catch her at work.”
This must be my lucky morning.
“Good morning, everybody. Is something going on?”
Before I have a chance to respond, Beyoncé
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