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Raging Bull Saloon.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, raising her hand to stop me. “Back up a bit. You met Chris for the first time two nights ago?”
“Yes.”
“And he picked you up at the side of the highway and brought you all the way here?”
“That’s exactly what happened. Why? What’s the big deal?”
“So you fucked him, right?”
“Rose, since when are you so interested in sports or my sex life? Oh God, please tell me we’re not gonna start doing girl talk and shit, okay? Because I think I’d almost rather live in a homeless shelter and have someone gouge my eyes out while I’m sleeping.”
“You fucked him. You did! Was it good?”
I looked at my stuff on the sidewalk and wondered whether a taxi driver would be willing to take my stuff the hell out of here. This chick may have looked like Rose, and her voice may have sounded like Rose, but she was not the sister I knew and resented four and a half years ago.
“Are you sure you’re twenty-three and didn’t get put in a time machine and sent back to when you were twelve? I don’t mean to start off our reunion like this, sis, but you’re really scaring me right now.”
She giggled. “Stop messing around with me and tell me about Chris.”
“Chris is just a guy who felt pity for me, and did me a solid by giving me a ride here, okay? Forget about Chris. What I need is my big sister. The one who can tell me where to put my shit and how to take public transit so I can get situated and have a job by the end of the week. Have you seen that Rose? Because I need her to help me.”
“Awww hell. You always did clam up when you had juicy stuff you could be sharing.” She grabbed a suitcase and dragged it up the steps. “Bring whatever’s most valuable inside first. This ain’t the best neighborhood.”
I followed her inside with my framed photos, leaning it up inside the main floor common hallway before running back out for the suitcase, then the plastic containers. My purse was cleaved to my side the whole time. I wasn’t letting that out of my sight.
We got everything up to the second floor and she showed me inside and to my room. Okay, it was not exactly a room. Rose and Mike lived in a one-bedroom apartment. They had the only bedroom. My ‘room’, was less than half of the tiny living room. Either she or Mike had found one of those Japanese room dividers for privacy. They’d moved the loveseat in front of it and put a sofa bed on the other side for me to sleep, with space on the side for me to swivel one section and use it as a door. There was a metal rolling clothes rack in one corner, and a chest of drawers beside it, leaving just enough room to open up the sofa bed when it was time to sleep.
That was it.
I looked at the approximately eight feet by nine feet space. It wasn’t that bad, to be honest. It was something. A place for me to lay my head, and just enough space to maybe put up an easel in the corner and paint. It even had a window, so who was I to complain?
“This is perfect,” I told her, turning to give her a warm hug. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me get on my feet.”
She accepted the hug for a second then she pulled out of my grasp. We weren’t a very affectionate bunch. “No problem at all. You’re family. Besides, you’ll be paying a third of the rent, so it’ll all work out in the wash.”
I saw that part about paying rent coming from a mile away. I was ready for that. Rose and Mike both had pretty good jobs. Mike worked on an offshore oil rig and Rose was a receptionist at the University. In spite of all that, I had no delusions. I had to pull my own weight from the get go.
“Of course. How much is that going to be?”
“Five seventy-five.”
“Split between the three of us? That’s easy.”
“No, honey. Five seventy-five each.”
My eyes just about fell out of my head. “For this? You’re paying seventeen hundred dollars for this tiny place?”
“Uh-huh.”
“How the
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, raising her hand to stop me. “Back up a bit. You met Chris for the first time two nights ago?”
“Yes.”
“And he picked you up at the side of the highway and brought you all the way here?”
“That’s exactly what happened. Why? What’s the big deal?”
“So you fucked him, right?”
“Rose, since when are you so interested in sports or my sex life? Oh God, please tell me we’re not gonna start doing girl talk and shit, okay? Because I think I’d almost rather live in a homeless shelter and have someone gouge my eyes out while I’m sleeping.”
“You fucked him. You did! Was it good?”
I looked at my stuff on the sidewalk and wondered whether a taxi driver would be willing to take my stuff the hell out of here. This chick may have looked like Rose, and her voice may have sounded like Rose, but she was not the sister I knew and resented four and a half years ago.
“Are you sure you’re twenty-three and didn’t get put in a time machine and sent back to when you were twelve? I don’t mean to start off our reunion like this, sis, but you’re really scaring me right now.”
She giggled. “Stop messing around with me and tell me about Chris.”
“Chris is just a guy who felt pity for me, and did me a solid by giving me a ride here, okay? Forget about Chris. What I need is my big sister. The one who can tell me where to put my shit and how to take public transit so I can get situated and have a job by the end of the week. Have you seen that Rose? Because I need her to help me.”
“Awww hell. You always did clam up when you had juicy stuff you could be sharing.” She grabbed a suitcase and dragged it up the steps. “Bring whatever’s most valuable inside first. This ain’t the best neighborhood.”
I followed her inside with my framed photos, leaning it up inside the main floor common hallway before running back out for the suitcase, then the plastic containers. My purse was cleaved to my side the whole time. I wasn’t letting that out of my sight.
We got everything up to the second floor and she showed me inside and to my room. Okay, it was not exactly a room. Rose and Mike lived in a one-bedroom apartment. They had the only bedroom. My ‘room’, was less than half of the tiny living room. Either she or Mike had found one of those Japanese room dividers for privacy. They’d moved the loveseat in front of it and put a sofa bed on the other side for me to sleep, with space on the side for me to swivel one section and use it as a door. There was a metal rolling clothes rack in one corner, and a chest of drawers beside it, leaving just enough room to open up the sofa bed when it was time to sleep.
That was it.
I looked at the approximately eight feet by nine feet space. It wasn’t that bad, to be honest. It was something. A place for me to lay my head, and just enough space to maybe put up an easel in the corner and paint. It even had a window, so who was I to complain?
“This is perfect,” I told her, turning to give her a warm hug. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me get on my feet.”
She accepted the hug for a second then she pulled out of my grasp. We weren’t a very affectionate bunch. “No problem at all. You’re family. Besides, you’ll be paying a third of the rent, so it’ll all work out in the wash.”
I saw that part about paying rent coming from a mile away. I was ready for that. Rose and Mike both had pretty good jobs. Mike worked on an offshore oil rig and Rose was a receptionist at the University. In spite of all that, I had no delusions. I had to pull my own weight from the get go.
“Of course. How much is that going to be?”
“Five seventy-five.”
“Split between the three of us? That’s easy.”
“No, honey. Five seventy-five each.”
My eyes just about fell out of my head. “For this? You’re paying seventeen hundred dollars for this tiny place?”
“Uh-huh.”
“How the
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