Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I escaped to the shower only to reap her fury when I finally made it downstairs to the kitchen. She wasn’t so much mad that I’d broken granny out as she was over the reason why I’d done it.
Since she kept stressing herself over people stealing her shit, I thought the best thing for all involved was to let her grandmother take over for a while. Her grandmother was only too happy to have someone treat her like she still had the sense she was born with, as she puts it, and not like the rest of her family, who started treating her like spun glass because she fell and hit her head when she was in her seventies. Like these young folks don’t fall and kill themselves every day, is the way she’d put it.
I never had a grandmother, not one that I liked anyway, and never had a family either, come to think of it. I'm not sure if it’s because of what she’d been through with the ex that her family has been so welcoming, but whatever the reason, I’m glad to have them in my life.
I know that if all else fails, at least Angel would tell me if I’m doing anything wrong. That’s my wingman. She reams me out each time her sister complains to her, so I know to get my shit together. All in all, I’d say I made out like a lark in the marriage stakes.
My wife was happy except for the grandma thing, my sister was finally losing that look that I sometimes see in her eyes and it’s all because of Amanda and her family. They treat Joy as well as they’ve been treating me, and for that alone, I’m their guy.
I’d almost forgotten about the debt guy who had her grabbed. I got so distracted with this latest mess that it had gone on the back burner. I had him checked out either way, and I’m glad that I did because the story isn’t as cut and dry as I thought.
Yes, my father owed him money, but he hadn’t snatched my sister off the streets because of that; in fact, it was my father’s idea to take her. He’d sold her to the guy who wanted nothing to do with it once he realized that she was a literal child, but by then, the word was out that she was missing, and he had to hide her, his brilliant idea, until things cooled down.
Since I couldn’t be there, I had Amanda’s old team pay him a visit, and that’s how we learned the truth. Now, dear old Dad is in a body cast and a coma. I hope he fucking dies. Her old team had done good. They’d gone out of their way to do an excellent job this time around but there’s no way I was putting them back on my woman.
AMANDA
I’m ready for this baby to be out now, seriously. It’s been seven and a half months, but I don’t think I can make it the rest of the way. I have another checkup today, which promises to be a doozy. Why? Not because I’m in any pain or real discomfort but because I’m married to a certifiable nut job.
For the last month or so, all I’ve been able to do is eat, sleep, shower, and use the bathroom. If I take ten steps away from the bed, I get a half-hour lecture. No, the doctor didn’t put me on bed rest; he did. Why, you might ask?
Oh, because I stubbed my toe getting out of the shower and didn’t have the presence of mind to muffle the yelp. He came running; I explained what happened, and life as I know it has been over ever since then.
The doctor, who he rushed me to, confirmed that it was nothing life-shattering, and I was fine to go about my business. He, on the other hand, told her she knew nothing, and he would be taking over my care. She just laughed and waved him off while I begged and pleaded with my guys for her not to send me home with this crazy person because I knew what was coming.
I went shopping with Angel, snuck out of the house, and called her. What did I find when I got to the little shopping center in town? My husband leaning on his car outside the baby store with his arms folded and a mad look on his face.
I could tell from the look on my sister’s face, and not one of guilt, mind you, that she was the one who’d sold me out. I didn’t talk to her for a day. She claimed when I did answer her call the next day that she wasn’t about to lose her new best friend because I was being stupid. Translated, that means she likes pot, and he’s her new supplier.