There are only so many ways one can say – you look fabulous Izzy. She has a curvy, slim figure to die for. She doesn't do it on purpose, I know, but I haul my sorry, perspiration clad, old t-shirt, sweat pants, and sneakers ass into my room on the pretext of unpacking more boxes.
The following day, I call my mom when I'm home from looking for a job. It's been a relatively unpeaceful day at the whole of San Francisco,not allowing me far too much time to think. The sun in this place is a killer. Tsk Tsk.
I'm restless, nervous about the message I received from Mr. Control Freak early this morning , and at the back of my mind, I'm worried that perhaps I've been too negative in my response to the contract. Perhaps he'll call the whole thing off.
My mom is oozing contrition, desperately sorry about not making it at my graduation.
"Sarah honey, I'm so sorry," my mom whines down the phone.
"Mom, it's fine. My friends where there during my graduation, so I'm OK, don't think too much."
"Sarah, you sound distracted – are you okay, baby?"
"Yes, Mom," Oh if only you knew.
There's an obscenely rich guy I've met and he wants some kind of strange kinky sexual relationship, in which I don't get a say in things.
"Have you met someone?"
"No, Mom." I am so not going there right now.
"Well, darling, I'll be thinking of you on Friday. I love you… you know that honey?" she gave in a sheepish laugh, what is my mom up to now?.
I close my eyes, her precious words give me a warm glow inside.
"Love you too, Mom. Say hi to your husband for me, and I hope he gets better fast."
"Will do, honey. Bye."
"Bye."
I have strayed into my bedroom with the phone. There's another from Jace from late last night or very early this morning, depending on your point of view.
My heart rate spikes instantly, and I hear the blood pumping in my ears. Holy crap… perhaps he's said no – that's it – maybe he's canceling dinner? But he was just telling me he just got back from New York, that he's in his apartment now here in San Francisco. My heartbeat accelerated.
But later on after Izzy went out to an interview which she had with a Fashion Girl Company, she'll be back before I go out.
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My heart swells talking to Kessy, and a huge lump knots in my throat. We have a special bond that I treasure.
Even though he's my stepdad, he's always treated me as his own, and I can't wait to see him. It's been too long.
His quiet fortitude is what I need now, what I miss. Maybe I can channel my inner self for my meeting tomorrow.
Izzy and I concentrate on unpacking the remaining box in the kitchen,
The physical activity of unboxing everything up has been a welcome distraction, and I'm tired. I want a good night's sleep. I snuggle into my bed and am soon asleep.
"ring ring" ring ring"
I opened my eyes, and washed up my face, I ran down to get the door, and to my widest surprise, it was Jordan, my mom friends son.
I was shocked to see Jordan, and I never knew he leaves in San Francisco and how the hell did he knows that we're now leaving in San Francisco and even my address? Mom...? Ughhh
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