The same week, I lost my job. The industrial company I worked for simply closed their doors with no warning. I hadn’t been able to find another full-time job, and the part-time ones I could find barely covered basic necessities, never mind rent. I had been further horrified when I found out the money I had put aside for this month’s rent, Trish took along with everything else.
And now I found she had taken the other rent money and traded it off for blow jobs and sex.
I was screwed. Completely screwed.Kelly looked at me over her glass. “What can I do, Char?”
I sipped my wine. Kelly was almost as broke as I was, so there was no point in asking her for a loan. “Nothing. I have to move and find a job in a week. Easy peasy, right?”
“You can sleep on my couch,” she offered halfheartedly.
I patted her hand. “You sleep on your couch already.” Kelly’s apartment was tiny—one room in a boarding house. She loved it, but the one time we had tried to live together, it almost destroyed our friendship. We were two very different people.
“We could figure it out.”
“Thanks.” I hated to think it might come down to that, but the truth was, it might.
“Where have you applied?”
“Everywhere. Coffee shops, temp services, businesses. I’ve put my resume online on a bunch of those job sites. Nothing.”
“Let me see.”
I handed her my laptop and filled up my wine. It was one of the few things Trish had left behind—the box too awkward to carry, I supposed. That and ramen made a great dinner. The first time. By the tenth, it was barely palatable. Now, the wine was almost gone, and so was the ramen.
“You’ve covered a lot.”
“I know.”
“What is Solutions for You?” she asked with a frown.
“Oh, it’s like Craigslist—a little less formal than some other job sites,” I explained. “You can find a job or a new dresser if you want. It’s sort of a catchall of ads. I heard about it and figured nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
“I suppose.” She scanned the screen. “Oh look, here’s a new listing.” She snickered. “It looks…interesting.”
I peered over her shoulder, squinting a little to see the screen. Between the wine, and not knowing where my glasses were, it was hard to concentrate.
Wanted: Girl Friday
Duties:
Housekeeping, Grocery shopping, Laundry, Cooking meals
Must also be proficient at bookkeeping, invoicing, banking, inventory control,
and website upkeep for business.
Must be able to drive, be highly organized, and able to work without supervision.
Must like living in the country, with limited access to major towns.
Must like dogs.
Ability to make pies an asset.
Work – Monday to Friday 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. Saturday 8 a.m. to 12 p.m.
Saturday afternoons and Sundays are free
Room with private bath. Board plus salary.
Only serious applicants need apply.I started to laugh. “Seriously? Girl Friday? Who uses that expression these days? Old farts?”
Kelly snickered. “That’s quite a list.”
“Wow, it certainly is,” I muttered, reading.
“You are a great baker. You make an awesome lemon pie. Your blueberry is pretty stellar too,” she joked.
I giggled and nudged her with my elbow. “Definitely an old guy. They like pies.”
I skimmed it again, looking at his user name and snorted. “Cycleman has a lot of ‘musts.’ The guy must be a control freak. Is he looking for an employee or a wife? Holy moly, the only thing not listed is bearing children and missionary sex.”
She winked. “Maybe he likes anal. No babies that way.”
I snorted in amusement. “I can’t believe anyone would post something like that.” I looked at the stats. “It has four replies! Oh my god!”
“People.” She shook her head. “They are weird.”
I shut the laptop and drained my glass. “That they are.”Chapter 2CHARLYNNKelly left, and I locked the door, staring at the mainly empty apartment. The old sofa and a battered table were all that remained. Anything Trish had been able to lift and carry was gone. In the bedroom, my bed sat on the floor since she’d dismantled the frame and took that. The dresser that held my clothes was still there—no doubt she thought it was too old and ugly to bother with. She’d taken everything from the room she had stayed in.
I was grateful that we weren’t the same size. Otherwise, I was certain all my clothes would be gone as well. Luckily, she hadn’t touched my closet, which meant the photo albums that belonged to my parents were safe. At least I still had those. I’d had my laptop with me that day. If I hadn’t, I knew it, too, would have been gone.
With a sigh, I decided to take a shower. I was exhausted. I changed into my robe, stopping at the sound of a knock at my door. Laughing, I went to open it, wondering what Kelly had forgotten. She was scatterbrained and left her keys or phone behind all the time.