My sister Maria comes to help out on occasion. She works part time as a receptionist so she’s great help when we need her and she knows what she’s doing. She can work all the gadgets and is pretty technology savvy. I’m thinking of asking her to become our full-time secretary. If work keeps coming in the way it is, we’ll need it.
Ding!
A window pops up on my computer. It’s an instant messenger program I’ve never used. I signed up for it when I got the computer, it automatically logs in when the computer turns on but I haven’t added any friends.
“
[email protected] has made a friend request”
Her name’s Valentina? That’s kinda nice.
I accept the friend request and immediately a message comes through.
TheTomicBomb: Hey Friend!
I can’t help but chuckle at her messenger name.
Nik123: Hi. How are you?
TheTomicBomb: Great thanks. How r u?
Nik123: Busy. But Good.
TheTomicBomb: That’s good. Whatever u told ur “wife” seemed 2 work. I haven’t seen her since.
Damn right. I cut Sissy loose. She was devastated and I don’t give a shit. She’s spoiled and used to getting what she wants. She has to learn she can’t pull that kinda shit and get away with it.
Nik123: I’m glad. If she gets the balls to come see you again, let me know and I’ll fix her up.#p#分页标题#e#
TheTomicBomb: Eeek, that sounds a bit scary! I wouldn’t have the “balls” 2 go against u :)
Nik123: That’s because you’re sweet. It’s not in your nature.
TheTomicBomb: Sweet?! I’m badass!!! One time I went 2 a museum and didn’t even give the voluntary coin donation!
I burst into laughter. This girl is a total goof. I like that.
Nik123: Oh hell, that is badass
TheTomicBomb: R u free 4lunch 2moro?!
I take a quick look at my schedule.
Nik123: Sorry Tina, tomorrow isn’t good. I’m meeting a potential sponsor. How about the day after?
TheTomicBomb: Great. I’ll book u in. What kind of sponsor?
Nik123: I meet with companies who want to use The White Rabbit’s name. They give me money to spend on the club. I put their names on posters and events and add links to their websites from ours.
TheTomicBomb: Wow! But I thought u were doing really well, do u need their money??!
Nik123: I like spending other people’s money rather than my own. That way I get more profit.
TheTomicBomb: *Thinking face* this is true. How big is the sponsor?
Nik123: Pretty damn big. It’ll mean big money for us.
TheTomicBomb: Cool! I hope u get it. I have 2 go, I’ll see u4 lunch the day after 2moro :)
Nik123: Great. Just warning you, I’m a big sushi fan
TheTomicBomb: Me 2! Sounds like a plan :p
TheTomicBomb logged off.
I don’t know what just happened but I’m smiling like an idiot.
Should’ve cut her loose.
***
Last night was spent packing away most of Nat’s things in the second bedroom.
I’m super psyched!
Next week she’ll be here and I’ll be living and working with my bestest friend in the whole wide world!
I messaged her to tell her how her room was coming along.
Me: Hey hon, your room is almost sorted. You’re almost here! Yay!
Nat: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Totally awesome! I went to your dad’s and got his spare key.
Me: Cool. How is he?
Nat: You know your pops, always working on something. He made a new coffee table last week!
This is good news. My dad is a carpenter and fascinated with anything wooden. Most of my childhood memories of him include him making something out of wood. When Mom died, he stopped tinkering and became a bit of a recluse. Unfortunately, I wasn’t much of a help to him because I was mourning the loss of my sweet Mia. We comforted each other as best we could but living in Cali became too hard for me, so I moved to New York. I think it took me moving to break him out of his spell. We call each other a few times a week to chat and Nat goes over on occasion to check up on him.
Me: Awesome. How’d it look?
Nat: You tell me. It was in the moving truck!
Oh, wow!
Me: I thought it was yours! I put it in your room!
Nat: Nope, it’s yours babe. You have a new coffee table! I gotta jet, see you soon. Love you x
Me: Love you more x
This is awesome because I never even had a coffee table to begin with. I walk into Nat’s bedroom and take a closer look at my gift.
It’s beautiful. It’s as high as my knee with a toffee brown finish. The hand carved pattern around the sides is of roses, stems, and leaves. The stems wind their way around; it’s so realistic he’s even carved the thorns into it. I love it.
My eyes mist and my throat tightens with emotion because I know this table is more than a gift. It’s a message from my dad. The message is to not worry about him because he’s okay.#p#分页标题#e#