He starts off, leaving Mom
standing here. Once his back
is solidly pointed at me,
I whisper, “What’s wrong?”
She shrugs. Nothing you need
to worry about. Kristina’s latest
scheme is all. She not-quite-hugs
me. I’d better catch up. TTFN.
KRISTINA, SCHEME QUEEN
That could be her epitaph.
And her obit could contain
the following resume:
Job Title:
Drug manufacturer and trafficker.
Job Description:
Make easy money cooking meth and moving it, Point A to Point B. (Caveat: Ingredients are volatile.)
Job Title:
Prison inmate.
Job Description:
Get paid thirty-six cents per hour painting murals on cafeteria walls. (Caveat: Goes toward restitution.)
Job Title:
Boy toy.
Job Description:
Low pay, but all the sex you can ask for. Just lay back and spread your legs. (Caveat: Unprotected sex equals babies.)
Job Title:
Newspaper saleslady.
Job Description:
Pyramid possibilities if you form a crew of loser teenagers. (Caveat: High school dropouts are lazy.)
Job Title:
Used car saleslady.