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that were not healing at the pace the doctors thought they should have been.
The drive from the hospital was silent as his father said nothing to him. He only wheeled him into his two-story apartment where he was met by a round, old, black lady. He turned towards his father who, ‘you make your bed and lie in it’. Rich knew this was one of his punishments. She would be the live-in nurse home aid for the next six to eight months. The first two months, he tried to ignore her as much as possible. He did not do the rehab, ate his own food, which he mostly had delivered via Seamless every day because he didn’t want her cooking goat for him. He was short with her and made racially inappropriate comments all the time, even to the point of mocking her accent. The woman was resilient when he woke up in the morning, she was still there and had not smothered him in his sleep. It did not help that he was drunk most of this time. In his right mind, at least, he had the good sense not to be so offensive, but this woman stayed for the abuse and Rich kept it coming.
During that time, Grace visited him a total of three times in the first month. She was ruder to Tilda than he ever was, which was saying something. She kept trying to have sex with Rich, but he did not want to be bothered with her, so he told Tilda not to let her to his room. Tilda did just that and after all the names, including the ‘N’ word Grace called her, Tilda still had not smacked her. The next time Grace stopped by, he told Tilda it was alright to send her up because he was sloppy drunk and did not really care. She came in with her homemaker Susie attitude and Rich cut her down by telling her the only thing she was good for was a good suck. She threw her purse at him, which went crashing against the wall because he swatted it and out came the truth. White powder all over the floor, along with her cosmetics. Grace turned a dark shade of red and at first Rich did not know what was going on, but when he saw Grace trying to put the powder back in its vile, it hit him. She was hooked on that shit.
Grace tried to come one last time, but Rich told her the day her secret was exposed that she was no longer welcome in his house, his life, his bed or in his immediate vicinity. He’d said all of that in front of Tilda because she ran upstairs to make sure everything was alright and witnessed Grace trying to save the white powder. Therefore, when Grace returned, Tilda told her the next time she came, she’d call the cops and have her arrested for harassment. Grace stopped coming, stopped calling and emailing. She was weak and Rich could not settle for weak-minded people.
His job was still available to him because he was on long-term disability. Out of the entire catastrophe, Rich felt that was one plus. On some level, he missed the law and its finality, but there was something else missing. At the end of the two months, Rich had a doctor’s appointment. The doctor pretty much scared him and told him that if he did not start doing rehabilitation, he would walk with a limp for the rest of his life and possibly have more permanent damage to his leg. Hearing that jarred him a bit, which made him have Tilda take him to the gym to start his routine. Tilda was more than happy to take him, he clearly saw that on her face. He hated having to depend on her, but she was always so gracious, even when he was a first class asshole. As they were leaving the gym, these two black guys were walking and bumped him on purpose. He almost fell, if he was not so close to the wall. Tilda was right behind him and looked up from digging in her purse. Rich, being the man he was said, “What the fuck?”
“You got a problem, cracker?”
“Yeah, you bumped me, what the fuck is your problem?”
The next thing Rich heard was a knife come down out of its chamber and Tilda yelling. The biggest issues at that point were that Rich was on two crutches could not put weight on one of his legs and
The drive from the hospital was silent as his father said nothing to him. He only wheeled him into his two-story apartment where he was met by a round, old, black lady. He turned towards his father who, ‘you make your bed and lie in it’. Rich knew this was one of his punishments. She would be the live-in nurse home aid for the next six to eight months. The first two months, he tried to ignore her as much as possible. He did not do the rehab, ate his own food, which he mostly had delivered via Seamless every day because he didn’t want her cooking goat for him. He was short with her and made racially inappropriate comments all the time, even to the point of mocking her accent. The woman was resilient when he woke up in the morning, she was still there and had not smothered him in his sleep. It did not help that he was drunk most of this time. In his right mind, at least, he had the good sense not to be so offensive, but this woman stayed for the abuse and Rich kept it coming.
During that time, Grace visited him a total of three times in the first month. She was ruder to Tilda than he ever was, which was saying something. She kept trying to have sex with Rich, but he did not want to be bothered with her, so he told Tilda not to let her to his room. Tilda did just that and after all the names, including the ‘N’ word Grace called her, Tilda still had not smacked her. The next time Grace stopped by, he told Tilda it was alright to send her up because he was sloppy drunk and did not really care. She came in with her homemaker Susie attitude and Rich cut her down by telling her the only thing she was good for was a good suck. She threw her purse at him, which went crashing against the wall because he swatted it and out came the truth. White powder all over the floor, along with her cosmetics. Grace turned a dark shade of red and at first Rich did not know what was going on, but when he saw Grace trying to put the powder back in its vile, it hit him. She was hooked on that shit.
Grace tried to come one last time, but Rich told her the day her secret was exposed that she was no longer welcome in his house, his life, his bed or in his immediate vicinity. He’d said all of that in front of Tilda because she ran upstairs to make sure everything was alright and witnessed Grace trying to save the white powder. Therefore, when Grace returned, Tilda told her the next time she came, she’d call the cops and have her arrested for harassment. Grace stopped coming, stopped calling and emailing. She was weak and Rich could not settle for weak-minded people.
His job was still available to him because he was on long-term disability. Out of the entire catastrophe, Rich felt that was one plus. On some level, he missed the law and its finality, but there was something else missing. At the end of the two months, Rich had a doctor’s appointment. The doctor pretty much scared him and told him that if he did not start doing rehabilitation, he would walk with a limp for the rest of his life and possibly have more permanent damage to his leg. Hearing that jarred him a bit, which made him have Tilda take him to the gym to start his routine. Tilda was more than happy to take him, he clearly saw that on her face. He hated having to depend on her, but she was always so gracious, even when he was a first class asshole. As they were leaving the gym, these two black guys were walking and bumped him on purpose. He almost fell, if he was not so close to the wall. Tilda was right behind him and looked up from digging in her purse. Rich, being the man he was said, “What the fuck?”
“You got a problem, cracker?”
“Yeah, you bumped me, what the fuck is your problem?”
The next thing Rich heard was a knife come down out of its chamber and Tilda yelling. The biggest issues at that point were that Rich was on two crutches could not put weight on one of his legs and
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