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little earlier. Why in God’s name would you want to get rid of that tasty morsel?”
Shit. I was going to have to tell her at least something . “He, uh… Well, I know him from a long time ago. I’m not comfortable being his therapist.”
I did my best “it’s no big deal” shrug, but Vanessa is a bloodhound when she’s on the scent of what she thinks is a juicy story. Her face broke into a wide grin. “No way! You and he did the nasty? Oooh, girlfriend, I did not know you had it in you!” She held up a taco-less hand to high five me.
“No… No. It’s not like that.” I shook my head. “This was a long time ago. High school. And we never had sex. He was just… kind of a jerk,” I finished lamely.
Vanessa cocked her head at me skeptically. “Seriously? You’re scared to do PT on a guy who, like, pulled your pigtails or some shit way back when?”
“Vanessa, will you just please, please take him for me?” I begged. “You would be doing me the hugest favor ever.”
She gave me a pointed look. “Girl, that is some dumb shit. But okay. When’s his next appointment?”
She clearly thought I was being an idiot. But I didn’t care.
“Tomorrow. Ten a.m,” I said, relief flooding through me.
Vanessa gave me a harrumph. “Well, I’ve already got someone at that time, so he’ll have to reschedule. I’ll tell Norma or Adele to give him a call.”
The rest of the day passed a little better, knowing that I wasn’t going to have to work with Trig anymore. I made sure to drop by the appointment desk on the way out to see when he had been rescheduled to come in the next day, and was happy to see that Norma had put him in for the late afternoon. I could be gone by then, no problem.
Maybe, if I kept an eye on his schedule, I could avoid ever seeing him again.
This was the happy thought in my head as I pulled into the driveway of my house later. I got out of my car and headed down the street to pick Zoe up from Mrs. Hayes, the woman who took care of her after pre-K four days a week. As I knocked lightly on the screen door and let myself in, the aroma of freshly-baked cookies wafted out to greet me.
“Mommeeeeee!” yelled a voice from the kitchen. Then, a bullet of blond hair and freckles careened around the corner and crashed into me.
“Hey, baby,” I laughed, burying my face in her hair. She smelled like shampoo and sunshine.
“We made cookies!” she told me, her entire face beaming.
“I can smell that. What kind?”
“My favorite! M & M cookies!”
“Mmm, my favorite, too!”
“I know!” Zoe yelled excitedly. “And Mrs. Hayes’s, too!”
“Hello, Eva,” Mrs. Hayes said warmly as she emerged from the kitchen, a dish towel in her hands. “We’re just finishing up. We even have enough cooled cookies to send some home with you, don’t we Zoe?”
“YEAH!” Zoe yelled. She was clearly pretty keyed up.
“Shhhhh, honey, no yelling in the house.” I smiled at Mrs. Hayes. “How was she today?”
“Oh, fine, fine,” she smiled back. “Maybe just a tad hopped up on sugar, I’m sorry to say.”
I laughed. “Understandable.”
“But it didn’t spoil my dinner!” Zoe yelled.
“Shhh, Zoe!” I said crossly. “That’s enough now. Come on, let’s head on home. Grab your cookies and let’s go.”
I thanked Mrs. Hayes and we walked back down the block, Zoe clutching a Tupperware container with her cookies in it.
I had known Mrs. Hayes since I was practically Zoe’s age. She had been a fixture of this neighborhood for almost forty years, since she and her husband moved here when they were first married. I had grown up in the house I lived in now, which I had more or less inherited from my mom last year when she finally succumbed to the alcoholism and dementia that had ravaged her.
I had come back to my hometown from Seattle to help my sister take care of her when things started getting really bad, and had stayed until the end, when Mom was far enough gone that we had
Shit. I was going to have to tell her at least something . “He, uh… Well, I know him from a long time ago. I’m not comfortable being his therapist.”
I did my best “it’s no big deal” shrug, but Vanessa is a bloodhound when she’s on the scent of what she thinks is a juicy story. Her face broke into a wide grin. “No way! You and he did the nasty? Oooh, girlfriend, I did not know you had it in you!” She held up a taco-less hand to high five me.
“No… No. It’s not like that.” I shook my head. “This was a long time ago. High school. And we never had sex. He was just… kind of a jerk,” I finished lamely.
Vanessa cocked her head at me skeptically. “Seriously? You’re scared to do PT on a guy who, like, pulled your pigtails or some shit way back when?”
“Vanessa, will you just please, please take him for me?” I begged. “You would be doing me the hugest favor ever.”
She gave me a pointed look. “Girl, that is some dumb shit. But okay. When’s his next appointment?”
She clearly thought I was being an idiot. But I didn’t care.
“Tomorrow. Ten a.m,” I said, relief flooding through me.
Vanessa gave me a harrumph. “Well, I’ve already got someone at that time, so he’ll have to reschedule. I’ll tell Norma or Adele to give him a call.”
The rest of the day passed a little better, knowing that I wasn’t going to have to work with Trig anymore. I made sure to drop by the appointment desk on the way out to see when he had been rescheduled to come in the next day, and was happy to see that Norma had put him in for the late afternoon. I could be gone by then, no problem.
Maybe, if I kept an eye on his schedule, I could avoid ever seeing him again.
This was the happy thought in my head as I pulled into the driveway of my house later. I got out of my car and headed down the street to pick Zoe up from Mrs. Hayes, the woman who took care of her after pre-K four days a week. As I knocked lightly on the screen door and let myself in, the aroma of freshly-baked cookies wafted out to greet me.
“Mommeeeeee!” yelled a voice from the kitchen. Then, a bullet of blond hair and freckles careened around the corner and crashed into me.
“Hey, baby,” I laughed, burying my face in her hair. She smelled like shampoo and sunshine.
“We made cookies!” she told me, her entire face beaming.
“I can smell that. What kind?”
“My favorite! M & M cookies!”
“Mmm, my favorite, too!”
“I know!” Zoe yelled excitedly. “And Mrs. Hayes’s, too!”
“Hello, Eva,” Mrs. Hayes said warmly as she emerged from the kitchen, a dish towel in her hands. “We’re just finishing up. We even have enough cooled cookies to send some home with you, don’t we Zoe?”
“YEAH!” Zoe yelled. She was clearly pretty keyed up.
“Shhhhh, honey, no yelling in the house.” I smiled at Mrs. Hayes. “How was she today?”
“Oh, fine, fine,” she smiled back. “Maybe just a tad hopped up on sugar, I’m sorry to say.”
I laughed. “Understandable.”
“But it didn’t spoil my dinner!” Zoe yelled.
“Shhh, Zoe!” I said crossly. “That’s enough now. Come on, let’s head on home. Grab your cookies and let’s go.”
I thanked Mrs. Hayes and we walked back down the block, Zoe clutching a Tupperware container with her cookies in it.
I had known Mrs. Hayes since I was practically Zoe’s age. She had been a fixture of this neighborhood for almost forty years, since she and her husband moved here when they were first married. I had grown up in the house I lived in now, which I had more or less inherited from my mom last year when she finally succumbed to the alcoholism and dementia that had ravaged her.
I had come back to my hometown from Seattle to help my sister take care of her when things started getting really bad, and had stayed until the end, when Mom was far enough gone that we had
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