I had a wad of cash in my purse and it was making me itchy. I maneuvered through the indecent amount of traffic on Westheimer and into the lot for Neiman Marcus. It was my lucky day, there was an open spot right in front of the door that leads to the shoes. The saleslady saw my Jimmy Choos and started salivating. I love it when they suck up to me. I tried on fifteen pairs and she never lost the greedy gleam in her eyes. I settled on Michael Kors trainers that would be easy to jog in. You never know when you’ll need to run from something. About a hundred and fifty bucks lighter, I left the store swinging the shoe box and humming “Get Up Stand Up.” Gotta love that Peter Tosh. So relevant for today.
I hated giving up the Mercedes to Tashid and Jimar, it handled like a dream. The stereo system was outstanding and the plush leather seats fit my tush perfectly. I slid on the sunglasses I’d picked up from Miu Miu and drove away with a smile on my face. Life can be good in H-town. I was gonna miss this old town.
Dad was busy taping and floating the dry wall in Mrs. Massingill’s closet when I got back. I’d picked up slices of pizza from Fuzzy’s, and he stuck his head into the living room when he heard me rattling sacks.
“Smells good,” he said.
“No eating until the job is finished,” I said jokingly. Now that I’d gotten used to the idea that he was back, I was enjoying having him around.