all the shit I do for him so he needs to be reminded every once in a while.”
Susie parks the car, and they walk into the small grocery store. “Do we need a cart?” Myra asks.
Susie stares at Myra quirking an eyebrow. “Do bears shit in the woods? Duh, yeah.”
Myra rolls her eyes as she grabs one.
“I was thinking I could make some of my famous chili, some spaghetti and meatballs with cheesy garlic bread and let’s see, how about some nachos and some chicken quesadillas? Oh. And I can make some margaritas to go with them.”
“And how many days were you planning on staying?”
Susie glares at her as she snatches the cart away. “Go grab four pounds of hamburger. I’ll get a package of chicken,” she mumbles as she starts throwing things into the cart. “And get us a big bag of tortilla chips. I’ll be on this aisle,” she says as she gestures ahead of her.
Myra squints as she reads the signs above each aisle, trying to find the chips. She finally sees they are on aisle three so she walks towards it and turns, only to stop in her tracks when her eyes land on the back of a tall man wearing a familiar-looking black coat. Immediately swiveling around and praying he doesn’t see her, she walks – more like runs – as fast as she can back to Susie.
“You got everything?” Myra asks. “We need to go.”
“Stop rushing me. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. We just need to leave.”
“Why? Where are the chips?” Susie asks, eyeballing her suspiciously.
“I decided I don’t want nachos. Are we ready?” she asks. She tries to grab the cart from Susie, but Susie immediately smacks her hand with a loud wallop.
Myra rubs it as Susie stares at her with narrowed eyes. “Well, I want nachos and I’m going to go get the chips right now.”
“No,” Myra shouts.
“Spill.”
“Okay, okay,” Myra says as she quickly looks behind her. “The contractor. He’s here,” she whispers.
Susie’s eyes get big. “No shit? Where?”
“The chip aisle.”
Susie grins like an idiot and speeds past her with the cart as fast as she can. Myra grabs her arm, trying to stop her. “Wait. Please, please don’t embarrass me,” she begs.
“That dickhead left you by yourself after a life-altering experience. I’m in the mood to kick some ass. Or at least give him some good verbal slicing and dicing.”
“If you do this, I will never forgive you. I need this asshole to fix my house.”
Susie stares at her and Myra can see her resolve crumbling. “Oh, all right, I won’t do anything this time, but I make no promises on any of my future behavior. Got it?”
“Thank you,” Myra gushes. “Now let’s go.”
“Oh, now wait just one minute. I promised I wouldn’t say or do anything this time, but I still want to see what this guy looks like. Now which aisle is it?”
Myra’s shoulders slump. She knows they will not be leaving this store until Susie gets an eyeful of the contractor. “The next one,” she mumbles. “With the toilet paper on the end.”
Susie strategically parks the cart on the end of the aisle and with her body hidden behind the toilet paper, leans her head slyly around the corner just enough so she can take a peek.
“That’s him?” Susie whispers.
Myra holds onto Susie’s elbow and peeps over her shoulder with her. “Yeah.”
“Holy horse shit. That’s your contractor? That’s Dylan?”
“Yes, but don’t forget you said he was a fucking asshole less than an hour ago,” Myra hisses.
Susie looks back at Dylan, her eyes roaming up and down his body. He turns his head towards them, and they both duck quickly behind the toilet paper. “I did, didn’t I?” Susie asks. “Damn it.” She stares at Myra for a moment. “Well, all I can say is that he’s one delicious fucking asshole.”
“I don’t want to hear it. Besides, don’t forget he’s a smoker . And you were ready to kick his ass five seconds ago.”
“I know. But things have drastically changed in
Susie parks the car, and they walk into the small grocery store. “Do we need a cart?” Myra asks.
Susie stares at Myra quirking an eyebrow. “Do bears shit in the woods? Duh, yeah.”
Myra rolls her eyes as she grabs one.
“I was thinking I could make some of my famous chili, some spaghetti and meatballs with cheesy garlic bread and let’s see, how about some nachos and some chicken quesadillas? Oh. And I can make some margaritas to go with them.”
“And how many days were you planning on staying?”
Susie glares at her as she snatches the cart away. “Go grab four pounds of hamburger. I’ll get a package of chicken,” she mumbles as she starts throwing things into the cart. “And get us a big bag of tortilla chips. I’ll be on this aisle,” she says as she gestures ahead of her.
Myra squints as she reads the signs above each aisle, trying to find the chips. She finally sees they are on aisle three so she walks towards it and turns, only to stop in her tracks when her eyes land on the back of a tall man wearing a familiar-looking black coat. Immediately swiveling around and praying he doesn’t see her, she walks – more like runs – as fast as she can back to Susie.
“You got everything?” Myra asks. “We need to go.”
“Stop rushing me. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. We just need to leave.”
“Why? Where are the chips?” Susie asks, eyeballing her suspiciously.
“I decided I don’t want nachos. Are we ready?” she asks. She tries to grab the cart from Susie, but Susie immediately smacks her hand with a loud wallop.
Myra rubs it as Susie stares at her with narrowed eyes. “Well, I want nachos and I’m going to go get the chips right now.”
“No,” Myra shouts.
“Spill.”
“Okay, okay,” Myra says as she quickly looks behind her. “The contractor. He’s here,” she whispers.
Susie’s eyes get big. “No shit? Where?”
“The chip aisle.”
Susie grins like an idiot and speeds past her with the cart as fast as she can. Myra grabs her arm, trying to stop her. “Wait. Please, please don’t embarrass me,” she begs.
“That dickhead left you by yourself after a life-altering experience. I’m in the mood to kick some ass. Or at least give him some good verbal slicing and dicing.”
“If you do this, I will never forgive you. I need this asshole to fix my house.”
Susie stares at her and Myra can see her resolve crumbling. “Oh, all right, I won’t do anything this time, but I make no promises on any of my future behavior. Got it?”
“Thank you,” Myra gushes. “Now let’s go.”
“Oh, now wait just one minute. I promised I wouldn’t say or do anything this time, but I still want to see what this guy looks like. Now which aisle is it?”
Myra’s shoulders slump. She knows they will not be leaving this store until Susie gets an eyeful of the contractor. “The next one,” she mumbles. “With the toilet paper on the end.”
Susie strategically parks the cart on the end of the aisle and with her body hidden behind the toilet paper, leans her head slyly around the corner just enough so she can take a peek.
“That’s him?” Susie whispers.
Myra holds onto Susie’s elbow and peeps over her shoulder with her. “Yeah.”
“Holy horse shit. That’s your contractor? That’s Dylan?”
“Yes, but don’t forget you said he was a fucking asshole less than an hour ago,” Myra hisses.
Susie looks back at Dylan, her eyes roaming up and down his body. He turns his head towards them, and they both duck quickly behind the toilet paper. “I did, didn’t I?” Susie asks. “Damn it.” She stares at Myra for a moment. “Well, all I can say is that he’s one delicious fucking asshole.”
“I don’t want to hear it. Besides, don’t forget he’s a smoker . And you were ready to kick his ass five seconds ago.”
“I know. But things have drastically changed in
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