Fiction Friday on Sunday? – Lost and Found, Part 9

Yes, I’m all out of sorts with my days of the week… The alternating work day thing is something of a mind fuck… then throw in more chauffeur duty than normal, finishing up a class and taking the final (I still have two more sections to finish tomorrow later today…) and I’m just all out of sorts this week.

Last week, I took a break from Lost and Found and posted a piece of a much older project. I may or may not come back to that one – it doesn’t seem as “online friendly,” and probably needs a great deal more reworking.

So, back to tawdry stuff, because it’s probably way more fun to read…

I’m just going to link Part 8 and my Features and Categories here, so you can find the others.


1546195_10152819929619563_2471903309107189486_n

“How did it go?” Jake asked, handing Susie a shot of espresso.

“You were right. How are you always right?”

“I know people. I know how they work. So it’s done, for now.”

“Yes.”

“But it won’t be for long. Trust me on that.”

“I do. You’re always right.” She looked up at him, that adoring light in her eyes.  He always felt lucky when she looked at him that way.

“So what are we up to today, Koshka? Do you have any plans?”

“No, not yet…”

“Good. I have some people coming over later today. Do you think you can help me set things up for company? Call for a cleaning lady or two, get someone out here with food… I want them to feel really welcome.

“How many?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t going to be a huge crowd. The weekend getaway with Rodger had been a bit of a drain on her.

“Just four. A family. They’ll be staying overnight. Two rooms will be fine – one for the parents, one for the kids.”

Susie exhaled, feeling relieved. Jake would probably want her to talk to the wife, keep her company, while he wined and dined the husband. She didn’t delve too deeply into Jake’s business affairs. The kids would make it easier – women with children often rattled on about the little darlings, bragging about how clever they were, or complaining about how much work they were. Either way, it meant less effort on her part.

“No problem,” she replied. “I’ll put them upstairs, in the east wing, the rooms that have that shared bathroom.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Probably find someone else to do exactly what you have me do, she thought.


“Do you want to grab lunch with me?” Hector asked, tapping his fingers on the counter in a not-quite-rhythmic pattern. He kept shifting his weight from side to side in a way that reminded Janeen of a video game character from some game her brother used to play.

“Where you going?” she asked.

“Well, I was thinking that place that just opened across the parking lot from Macy’s. The Asian Fusion one.”

“Hmm… Do they have sushi?”

“I think so.”

“Sure.” She flashed him a smile, taking pleasure in watching him blush and squirm.

“So, what time?” he asked.

“I’m only working until 1:00 today, but any time after that works for me.”

“Good, good… I’m done at 12:30. They’ve been cutting back on overtime, and I had to work late yesterday. So I’ll see you in another four hours?

“Yes. Now go, work your magic and save the customers from malfunctioning cell phones and electronics…”

“Do you want to meet over there, or should I stop by and we can walk together?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and get us a table, since you’ll be off a little earlier.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right. Okay then, I’ll see you at Miso at 1:00.”

“It’s a date.” He turned red again. Janeen held back a laugh. Too easy, she thought.

Hector walked off, grinning from ear to ear.

“What are you doing to that boy?” Jimmy asked with a laugh.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You have him tripping over his own feet.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Of Hector? Eh, maybe… I wish I was that young again. I was better looking, though.”

Janeen looked at Jimmy. Maybe when he had hair on his head and less on the back of his fingers… If he didn’t have the spare tire. No, she couldn’t imagine Jimmy ever looking good.

Part 10

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Fiction Friday on Sunday? – Lost and Found, Part 9

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s