not scared.
W hen the back of her truck can’t hold one more
thing, we call it a day. All I bought was the book, which I got to take with
me, and a $3 broken vase, which I got to pay for and sweep up. Some crabby old
bitch thought I was making a move for a picture she wanted and dive bombed me.
I swear her dangling upper arm knocked the vase off, but I’d pay $3 time and
again to get the hell out of there. Now she was scary.
And Laney… Ms. Thang got a dinette set, two end
tables, a nightstand for her room, a huge box of dishes, a TV, and several
knick knacks (something else Laney taught me about today) for $87! Yes, that’s
under $100! Under $90 even. And it’s all pretty nice stuff.
I am in total awe of her right now. I’m certainly
able to appreciate the value in paying less for something, and it actually turned
out to be a lot of fun. It was kinda like a treasure hunt, never knowing what we’d
find next.
Once all her new purchases are cleaned up and in
her house, it still looks like she got robbed. There are a lot of items still
on her list and money still left in her pocket, so we have to fill in the stuff
we couldn’t find in people’s lawns.
“A deal’s a deal, baby,” I announce. “I get to buy
the rest now, right?”
“Well, I had an idea, like a new, improved deal.”
She smiles, batting her eyelashes and rubbing herself against me. “How about if
you buy some stuff and I’ll work it off at the gym? Rather than pay me, Tate
can pay you back what I earn.”
I love that she loves me for anything other
than my money, but enough is enough. I’m tired of her fighting me every step of
the way just so I can help her furnish her place. I finally have her time and
I’m sure as hell not sharing with the gym. The hundred dollars she’d clear
isn’t worth the many hours she’d have to be gone to earn it.
“How about if we get you a damn bed already and
worry about it later?” I suggest. “If you want to keep a tab, go right ahead,
and we’ll figure something out.”
“Promise you’ll let me pay it back?”
“Somehow, yes, I promise.”
Infinite possibilities.
Chapter 9
~Laney~
J udgment Day. May the best decorator win!
Our judges are Tate, Bennett and the elusive Sawyer Landon Beckett, who we’d
finally gotten to show his face. He’s not talking, and we’re not asking,
skirting around his somber mood until he’s ready to share. Zach, Evan and
Whitley are still at Parker’s farm, and Dane boycotted my absentee ballot plan.
Something about not appreciating the ambience of his room unless you’re in it.
I called him Nancy again, cause ambience ,
really? Oh, and because he attacks me and shows me he’s not a Nancy when I say
it. Win-win.
So, we let the three of them into the room I did
first, known to them simply as Room One. (Except for Bennett, but that’s our
little secret.) The walls are light purple, or Champagne Elegance, and all the
trim is now bright white. The solitary window has billowy, floor length sage
green drapes that match the leaves on the bedspread. The bed itself is a thing
of beauty; queen-sized mahogany wood with four tall posts and tons of different
purple, green and beige pillows. It’s my favorite part of the room by far.
The dresser is the same wood as the bed, purchased
as a set, and the nightstand I got for a steal is a close match. Atop them both
are groups of candles and assorted brown picture frames with shots of Dane and me,
as well as the Crew. Two sage accent rugs line the floor and the walls each
have abstract art pictures, one of which I swiped from the hall at my dad’s
house and have absolutely no fear he’ll ever notice or care.
I couldn’t love the space any more if I tried. It’s
tranquil and just feminine enough, plus, the minute I walk inside, I feel
lighter somehow. This is the first time Dane’s seen it, of course, and he looks
at me from the corner of his eye and winks.
He likes it.
And as crazy as it sounds, that
W hen the back of her truck can’t hold one more
thing, we call it a day. All I bought was the book, which I got to take with
me, and a $3 broken vase, which I got to pay for and sweep up. Some crabby old
bitch thought I was making a move for a picture she wanted and dive bombed me.
I swear her dangling upper arm knocked the vase off, but I’d pay $3 time and
again to get the hell out of there. Now she was scary.
And Laney… Ms. Thang got a dinette set, two end
tables, a nightstand for her room, a huge box of dishes, a TV, and several
knick knacks (something else Laney taught me about today) for $87! Yes, that’s
under $100! Under $90 even. And it’s all pretty nice stuff.
I am in total awe of her right now. I’m certainly
able to appreciate the value in paying less for something, and it actually turned
out to be a lot of fun. It was kinda like a treasure hunt, never knowing what we’d
find next.
Once all her new purchases are cleaned up and in
her house, it still looks like she got robbed. There are a lot of items still
on her list and money still left in her pocket, so we have to fill in the stuff
we couldn’t find in people’s lawns.
“A deal’s a deal, baby,” I announce. “I get to buy
the rest now, right?”
“Well, I had an idea, like a new, improved deal.”
She smiles, batting her eyelashes and rubbing herself against me. “How about if
you buy some stuff and I’ll work it off at the gym? Rather than pay me, Tate
can pay you back what I earn.”
I love that she loves me for anything other
than my money, but enough is enough. I’m tired of her fighting me every step of
the way just so I can help her furnish her place. I finally have her time and
I’m sure as hell not sharing with the gym. The hundred dollars she’d clear
isn’t worth the many hours she’d have to be gone to earn it.
“How about if we get you a damn bed already and
worry about it later?” I suggest. “If you want to keep a tab, go right ahead,
and we’ll figure something out.”
“Promise you’ll let me pay it back?”
“Somehow, yes, I promise.”
Infinite possibilities.
Chapter 9
~Laney~
J udgment Day. May the best decorator win!
Our judges are Tate, Bennett and the elusive Sawyer Landon Beckett, who we’d
finally gotten to show his face. He’s not talking, and we’re not asking,
skirting around his somber mood until he’s ready to share. Zach, Evan and
Whitley are still at Parker’s farm, and Dane boycotted my absentee ballot plan.
Something about not appreciating the ambience of his room unless you’re in it.
I called him Nancy again, cause ambience ,
really? Oh, and because he attacks me and shows me he’s not a Nancy when I say
it. Win-win.
So, we let the three of them into the room I did
first, known to them simply as Room One. (Except for Bennett, but that’s our
little secret.) The walls are light purple, or Champagne Elegance, and all the
trim is now bright white. The solitary window has billowy, floor length sage
green drapes that match the leaves on the bedspread. The bed itself is a thing
of beauty; queen-sized mahogany wood with four tall posts and tons of different
purple, green and beige pillows. It’s my favorite part of the room by far.
The dresser is the same wood as the bed, purchased
as a set, and the nightstand I got for a steal is a close match. Atop them both
are groups of candles and assorted brown picture frames with shots of Dane and me,
as well as the Crew. Two sage accent rugs line the floor and the walls each
have abstract art pictures, one of which I swiped from the hall at my dad’s
house and have absolutely no fear he’ll ever notice or care.
I couldn’t love the space any more if I tried. It’s
tranquil and just feminine enough, plus, the minute I walk inside, I feel
lighter somehow. This is the first time Dane’s seen it, of course, and he looks
at me from the corner of his eye and winks.
He likes it.
And as crazy as it sounds, that
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