delivery guy compressed his lips—clearly in an ill-humored state also—and held up his hand to halt the other two guys who were dutifully unloading rolls of fabric from a white truck with the logo, ‘ Reel O’ Roll’, on the side.
The materials were lovely, a variation of bright colors. And my hands itched at the need to peel away the plastic and run my hands over the bright yellow roll that the man before me held upright. I loved them. Ideas were already bouncing around in my head of what pieces I could create from them. But I knew, without a doubt, who sent them and I would not accept them.
“Ma’am, I would—” the delivery guy began with trying patience.
“I said return them,” I snapped. “I didn’t order them. I don’t know who sent them and I don’t want them.”
Pressing his lips tighter together—possibly swallowing a curse—the delivery guy gave a curt nod and turned on his heels.
Slamming the door shut, I leaned back against it.
Why did Natalio keep doing stuff like this? I’ve never once asked him for anything, yet he always felt the need to come charging in. At the same time, he wouldn’t tell me who he was because presumably I might be a ‘gold-digger’—as Kelly puts it.
All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. It was the only way I’d get over him. With hard stomps over to my working area off the wing of the living area, I snatched up my Blackberry from the cutting table and furiously typed him a message.
Enough with the philanthropic gestures, will ya?
Salvation Army earned my first visit of the morning and I was allotted enough food and second-hand clothes to last for the next six months!
Therefore, your help, Mr. Nabob, is not needed with anything!
In fury, I tossed my phone and it landed auspiciously on a plush chair a few feet away. An annoying din soon sounded accompanied by muffled buzzing. A roll of my eyes was the only attention it got from me, because I ignored it and channeled all my vigor and attention into completing the costumes I’ve been working on. Mere minutes after seven this morning, Kash had woken me from my sleep—that I’d intended to last all day—and made new orders for costumes. New dancers had joined the staff at Secre X apparently, and were requesting costumes like Kash’s. If I could complete at least a dozen pieces today, then that would guarantee me fifteen hundred bucks tonight. I pressed my feet down on the pedal of the machine and started on my fourth piece…
It was 6pm when I sat back in my chair, smiling with satisfaction that I’d been able to complete three pieces more than a dozen. Sitting around this desk employing my creative skills, I’d lost track of time and had forgotten to eat anything. I didn’t feel hungry, though. My thoughts had been free of the Nelson Nuisance, too. Good.
Twisting and stretching, I stood from my chair. My neck, back and fingers hurt.
I needed to go out tonight. I needed company. Anything to keep my mind off Natalio. What did Tevin and Kelsy have planned for tonight? I wondered. Maybe I should invite them over and we could eat pizza, drink beer and talk crap. Kelly would disapprove, as she always did, but we didn’t care. On second thoughts, I didn’t think I could manage Kelsy and Tevin’s tonguing and rubbing and canoodling. Not tonight. It would only remind me of my loneliness.
Maybe I could call Devon. I’d been giving him the run around for the past week due to a certain order that I’d received from a certain man in black. Tossing my weight down onto the plush chair and grabbing up my Blackberry, I hissed when I noted seven missed calls and two text messages from Natalio.
The first was sent a minute after my angry text at noon.
My heart is dissimilar from that of a philanthropist.
I am only kind to those I am fond of.
I’m very fond of you.
I thought the fabrics would grant you a happy Friday.
Please accept them.
On a sigh I opened the next message which was sent three
The materials were lovely, a variation of bright colors. And my hands itched at the need to peel away the plastic and run my hands over the bright yellow roll that the man before me held upright. I loved them. Ideas were already bouncing around in my head of what pieces I could create from them. But I knew, without a doubt, who sent them and I would not accept them.
“Ma’am, I would—” the delivery guy began with trying patience.
“I said return them,” I snapped. “I didn’t order them. I don’t know who sent them and I don’t want them.”
Pressing his lips tighter together—possibly swallowing a curse—the delivery guy gave a curt nod and turned on his heels.
Slamming the door shut, I leaned back against it.
Why did Natalio keep doing stuff like this? I’ve never once asked him for anything, yet he always felt the need to come charging in. At the same time, he wouldn’t tell me who he was because presumably I might be a ‘gold-digger’—as Kelly puts it.
All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. It was the only way I’d get over him. With hard stomps over to my working area off the wing of the living area, I snatched up my Blackberry from the cutting table and furiously typed him a message.
Enough with the philanthropic gestures, will ya?
Salvation Army earned my first visit of the morning and I was allotted enough food and second-hand clothes to last for the next six months!
Therefore, your help, Mr. Nabob, is not needed with anything!
In fury, I tossed my phone and it landed auspiciously on a plush chair a few feet away. An annoying din soon sounded accompanied by muffled buzzing. A roll of my eyes was the only attention it got from me, because I ignored it and channeled all my vigor and attention into completing the costumes I’ve been working on. Mere minutes after seven this morning, Kash had woken me from my sleep—that I’d intended to last all day—and made new orders for costumes. New dancers had joined the staff at Secre X apparently, and were requesting costumes like Kash’s. If I could complete at least a dozen pieces today, then that would guarantee me fifteen hundred bucks tonight. I pressed my feet down on the pedal of the machine and started on my fourth piece…
It was 6pm when I sat back in my chair, smiling with satisfaction that I’d been able to complete three pieces more than a dozen. Sitting around this desk employing my creative skills, I’d lost track of time and had forgotten to eat anything. I didn’t feel hungry, though. My thoughts had been free of the Nelson Nuisance, too. Good.
Twisting and stretching, I stood from my chair. My neck, back and fingers hurt.
I needed to go out tonight. I needed company. Anything to keep my mind off Natalio. What did Tevin and Kelsy have planned for tonight? I wondered. Maybe I should invite them over and we could eat pizza, drink beer and talk crap. Kelly would disapprove, as she always did, but we didn’t care. On second thoughts, I didn’t think I could manage Kelsy and Tevin’s tonguing and rubbing and canoodling. Not tonight. It would only remind me of my loneliness.
Maybe I could call Devon. I’d been giving him the run around for the past week due to a certain order that I’d received from a certain man in black. Tossing my weight down onto the plush chair and grabbing up my Blackberry, I hissed when I noted seven missed calls and two text messages from Natalio.
The first was sent a minute after my angry text at noon.
My heart is dissimilar from that of a philanthropist.
I am only kind to those I am fond of.
I’m very fond of you.
I thought the fabrics would grant you a happy Friday.
Please accept them.
On a sigh I opened the next message which was sent three
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