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roast got out of hand. I'm sorry about that, but I brought you some stuff," she said as she wheeled a suitcase in behind her. "No mean feat getting this past the nurses, let me tell you," she explained as she unzipped it to reveal what looked to Cyndi to be an entire wardrobe.
"Gooch here let me know what happened, and since you were just there we knew what would fit you, so me and the other Godmothers took it upon ourselves to set you up with some outfits. We even have some shoes in here, now I know people get squicked out about used shoes, but these are over buys, brand new. You've got sneakers for every day, and black pumps in case you need something dressier."
Cyndi couldn't believe that virtual strangers would do this for her, and she was overwhelmed as she looked at the clothes. It was enough to get her through a week or so, with a couple of changes of blouses, jeans and some standard black slacks. She never would have complained in any event, this was amazing.
When the Dr finally sprung her, late that evening, Gooch swept her away before she had a chance to think about how she didn't have any place to go, or anything left of her own.
By the next morning when she woke up, her car was parked in the lot at Gooch's place, and the insurance company had been contacted. She was really feeling like she had to get back to work to bring in some money, when Jerry called and reminded her of her business interruption insurance. It would be a few days until it would kick in, but it would help her out.
"There's just one thing," Jerry cautioned. "Too long out of the market and you can get scooped by a competitor, you know what I'm saying, right?"
"Yeah, I do. I need to take some time out, doctor's orders, but I'll be able to buy some things that I need and get back at it. Thanks, Jerry."
"Sure thing, kid. Although I really think you should consider selling--"
"So you've said," Cyndi sighed. "I don't mean to snap at you, I'm just tired. Thanks Jerry, I will be in touch, I promise."
She and Gooch spent the next several days unpacking her, making room in Gooch's condo, and generally trying to make a dent in the mountain of stuff she had to do.
Somewhere in there, her stepmom called and she had to let her know what had happened.
"Yes, Sarabeth, yes, I'm fine. No, no...well right, I'm living with Gooch for the moment. I suppose. Yes. Okay, right, okay. Um...how about next week? Yeah, I'm out of work for a week or so. Right...see you then. Yep, me too."
Gooch looked up, "Well that sounds like it went well."
"Not particularly, she wants me to come stay there."
"You're staying here."
"I know, every once in a while she tries to be mom-like. Usually when it suits her purposes. Like now. She wants me to bake for her party."
"Oh," Gooch paused, "well that's a double edged sword, isn't it? You'd like to bake, right?"
"Yeah, I would, actually. It's a pretty big crowd, but I can do some more delicate things, you know? Almond cookies and stuff. Pretty little cakes. It will be kind of fun."
"Will be?"
"I said I'd do it, call it therapy. I lost my apartment and all my stuff, Mr. Wonderful saved my life and I haven't heard any more from him, and the slut experiment failed. I need a new focus."
"I'm not sure your stepmom's house is the best place for that, but you know, have it your way."
"It's perfect for that, are you kidding. Get in, get out, be grateful I don't have to live with her. Ideal," she smiled at her friend.
"Alrighty then! I should have asked you to do baking therapy for me ages ago. Who knew you wanted to be taken advantage of so badly?"
"It's baking. It's good for me, I'm going to check out my cookbook....oh, right. I don't have any."
Gooch said, "Want to go to the library with me?"
"That's where they keep the books, right? Let's go."
****
Cyndi loved the drive to her stepmother's house. She didn't think of it as her place anymore, and she wasn't really bitter about that,
"Gooch here let me know what happened, and since you were just there we knew what would fit you, so me and the other Godmothers took it upon ourselves to set you up with some outfits. We even have some shoes in here, now I know people get squicked out about used shoes, but these are over buys, brand new. You've got sneakers for every day, and black pumps in case you need something dressier."
Cyndi couldn't believe that virtual strangers would do this for her, and she was overwhelmed as she looked at the clothes. It was enough to get her through a week or so, with a couple of changes of blouses, jeans and some standard black slacks. She never would have complained in any event, this was amazing.
When the Dr finally sprung her, late that evening, Gooch swept her away before she had a chance to think about how she didn't have any place to go, or anything left of her own.
By the next morning when she woke up, her car was parked in the lot at Gooch's place, and the insurance company had been contacted. She was really feeling like she had to get back to work to bring in some money, when Jerry called and reminded her of her business interruption insurance. It would be a few days until it would kick in, but it would help her out.
"There's just one thing," Jerry cautioned. "Too long out of the market and you can get scooped by a competitor, you know what I'm saying, right?"
"Yeah, I do. I need to take some time out, doctor's orders, but I'll be able to buy some things that I need and get back at it. Thanks, Jerry."
"Sure thing, kid. Although I really think you should consider selling--"
"So you've said," Cyndi sighed. "I don't mean to snap at you, I'm just tired. Thanks Jerry, I will be in touch, I promise."
She and Gooch spent the next several days unpacking her, making room in Gooch's condo, and generally trying to make a dent in the mountain of stuff she had to do.
Somewhere in there, her stepmom called and she had to let her know what had happened.
"Yes, Sarabeth, yes, I'm fine. No, no...well right, I'm living with Gooch for the moment. I suppose. Yes. Okay, right, okay. Um...how about next week? Yeah, I'm out of work for a week or so. Right...see you then. Yep, me too."
Gooch looked up, "Well that sounds like it went well."
"Not particularly, she wants me to come stay there."
"You're staying here."
"I know, every once in a while she tries to be mom-like. Usually when it suits her purposes. Like now. She wants me to bake for her party."
"Oh," Gooch paused, "well that's a double edged sword, isn't it? You'd like to bake, right?"
"Yeah, I would, actually. It's a pretty big crowd, but I can do some more delicate things, you know? Almond cookies and stuff. Pretty little cakes. It will be kind of fun."
"Will be?"
"I said I'd do it, call it therapy. I lost my apartment and all my stuff, Mr. Wonderful saved my life and I haven't heard any more from him, and the slut experiment failed. I need a new focus."
"I'm not sure your stepmom's house is the best place for that, but you know, have it your way."
"It's perfect for that, are you kidding. Get in, get out, be grateful I don't have to live with her. Ideal," she smiled at her friend.
"Alrighty then! I should have asked you to do baking therapy for me ages ago. Who knew you wanted to be taken advantage of so badly?"
"It's baking. It's good for me, I'm going to check out my cookbook....oh, right. I don't have any."
Gooch said, "Want to go to the library with me?"
"That's where they keep the books, right? Let's go."
****
Cyndi loved the drive to her stepmother's house. She didn't think of it as her place anymore, and she wasn't really bitter about that,
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