giggles.
“I didn’t hear that,” my father, the law man, says, “but I’ll be there.” Mom and dad aren’t necessarily as appalled at Jon’s visit to New York as I want them to be. Don’t you hate that? You’re all pissed off about something and you want someone else to be pissed off with you but they can see the ‘flip side’ of the matter? Needless to say, mom and daddy just got on my damn nerves.
“Okay, gotta go. I’m using all of my minutes.” I say to them. I get a faint bye from them as they continue to talk about hushpuppies and moonshine. I end the call and then turn around to check on a sleeping Georgie. At this point, I would call Lola and we’d talk about Jon’s ass like a dog. Speaking of Lola, I have to tell Rena about what really happened.
“Have you called Lola?” She says as she ends her call with Jasmine. Damn, I just spoke Lola’s double-crossing ass up.
“Well,” I say as I look straight out of the windshield, “her sister’s home just burned down, she’s probably with family. Right? I figure she’s busy.” I then look out the corner of my eye at Rena. Oh Rena, if you only knew.
“You’re right.”
“What did Jasmine say just now?” I say to quickly change the subject. How can I tell Rena that I was wrong about Laura, wrong about Lola, and wrong about Malcolm? She’ll begin to think that my word is good for nothing.
“Well first she mentioned something about you moving, I have no idea what the hell that was about. But she’s still in rare form over that fight.” Oh, damn.
“Did she call Jon and cuss him out?”
“Yep.”
“Good.” I have yet to talk to Jon. He’s been calling Rena’s phone trying to get in contact with me but I’ve been pressing connect, calling him a dirt bag and then hanging up. I’m making him suffer. “Wait, something just came to me. Are Laura’s accounts still frozen?”
“Oh shit!” She bangs the steering wheel.
“Rena!”
“Shit! I forgot to unfreeze them.”
“Did you bring your lap top?”
“No.”
“No?”
“ I was nervous and in a rush! Did you bring yours?”
“No, I was nervous too!”
“Great … fuck. I can get fired over this shit.”
“Just text Matt and tell him to unfreeze them.”
“I don’t text and drive Danielle, that’s wrong.”
“Then I’ll text him.” I flip open my phone.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want Matt involved in this; Georgie’s going to need a parent around after I’m gone.”
“That’s a bit dramatic don’t you think?”
“Hell no! We’re just sinking ourselves deeper and deeper into this shit. Not only do we have an arson and attempted murder charge but now we have a white collar felony charge.”
“I need a drink.” I look out of the passenger window and shake my head in disgust. That’s what I’ll say at my trial: ‘No one is more disappointed and disgusted by my actions than me.’ Maybe they’ll knock off a few life sentences for that. “We’re pulling over for gas soon right? I can get a pack of those mini Sutter Home wine bottles from the station.”
“I’m not pulling over for gas in Tennessee, remember the song?”
“Please don’t remind me.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well when we get to Alabama, pull over for gas.”
“Alabama …” She sighs and shakes her head. “That may be the last pullover we have.”
“What? Why?”
“Wasn’t Rosa Parks arrested there?”
“What in the world does that have to do with us?”
“I don’t know, people are nutty these
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