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    Angel on Fire
     
    You know those times when you wish that you could just disappear? I’ve been feeling like that more and more recently. Well, maybe not disappear, just get away, get away from all the crappiness that seems to have followed me around since Mom died. But the one thing that you can’t run away from is your own life, no matter how much you may want to.
     
    When Dad’s new witch of a wife finally got up the nerve to throw me out, I wasn’t all that surprised. It was inevitable, I suppose. I just hadn’t thought that things would play out the way that they had. I can still hear her whiny voice telling me to get out of her house. I’d tried to point out that it wasn’t actually her house at all; it belonged to my dad, but she wasn’t interested. She had never been particularly interested in listening to my opinion about anything, so I guess this time wasn’t much different.
     
    “I want your scrawny ass gone before I get back tonight,” she said, as we squared up to each other, like fighters ready to jump on top of one another.
     
    “Well, I’d rather have a scrawny ass than a face that looks like it belongs on a show called When Plastic Surgery Goes Wrong !” I replied, saying what I’d wanted to say for a good long while.
     
    Her heavily made-up eyes blinked at me and I couldn’t help but think how much she looked like a fish. With her stringy, bottle-blonde hair and her fake nails that looked like claws, she was so far away from the person that I thought my father would have wanted to be with. I had thought he would want to be with someone more like Mom was, someone kind and funny and warm; but, it was almost as if he went for someone that was completely the opposite. Maybe he didn’t want to be reminded of her and everything that he had lost.
     
    “Jeffy,” Tanya had said in her baby-voice, “you’re not going to let her talk to me like that, are you?” she asked, batting her eyelids at my dad who was doing his best impression of an ostrich as we argued.
     
    “Well now, Tanya, honey,” his quiet voice came out reluctantly from his big frame, like a response was being forced from him, “I’m sure Cali didn’t mean it,” he said looking at me.
     
    “I sure did,” I replied, not looking at him, but keeping my eyes trained on Terrible Tanya instead.
     
    “See! I told you Jeffy! She hates me and she doesn’t want me here,” Tanya shouted like a banshee, as she pointed at me.
     
    “I’m sure that’s not true, let’s all calm down,” Dad said, finally putting his paper down and no longer pretending that he wasn’t involved in what was going on. That was Dad’s default setting, kind of a see no evil, hear no evil thing. “Cali, tell Tanya that you do want her here and that this is all just a big misunderstanding,” he said, as he looked at me. His eyes softened, like they were pleading with me.
     
    But I had no intention of lying to him, I just didn’t see the point anymore. “No, Dad. It’s not a misunderstanding, I think Tanya understands me perfectly. It’s like I said before, I’m not her maid and I’m not the cook. This is not Cinder-fuckin’-rella! I don’t have time to do everything around the house, hold down my job at the hardware store, as well as go to night school. Now that she’s living here as your wife , I think it’s time she start doing her share, instead of swanning off every five minutes to get her hair dyed or her nails done!” I folded my arms to stop my hands from shaking. I wasn’t used to saying what I really thought, especially when it came to my dad’s choice of mate.
     
    “See Jeffy! See! Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” Tanya’s already-bulging eyes looked like they were about to bug out of her head. “You’ve been spoiling her for years and it’s time she stood on her own two feet. Either she goes or I go!” she declared with a little quiver in her voice, like she was about to cry. Oh, you’re good