Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I wasn’t surprised at all to see Pru and her mother laughing manically about something they perceived as funny as I walked up.
They both turned as one as they heard my approach, and I was struck with how beautiful Pru’s mother was. If Pru aged even half as well, she’d still be a knockout.
“So…” Pru said, eyeing me. “Are you still thinking Mexican was a good idea?”
I patted my stomach, which still felt raw. “I hate to say it, but anything that’s not white rice and white bread makes my stomach hate me. Sadly, Mexican food is one of my favorites, but also one of the first that hits me. The other food I can at least make it home before anything starts to go wrong.”
“Did you have your gallbladder out, too?” she asked as Sam finally made his way up to the group and looped his arm around his wife.
I shook my head. “No. I’m just a sensitive soul.”
Sam snorted. “You’re telling me you don’t even have a reason for doing what we did back there?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Sadly. It would be nice if I did, or had a way to pinpoint what it did to me and why so I could prevent it. Unfortunately, I don’t have any answers. I’ve been to quite a few specialists as well. Pretty much it just is what it is and I don’t have a choice in the matter.”
“So y’all had a bonding moment?” Phoebe, who hadn’t bothered to get out of the back seat of her dad’s truck, asked.
Pru’s lips twitched.
Her father grunted and said, “There is a certain type of bonding that you do with your baby’s new boyfriend and smelling his shit in a bathroom isn’t one of them.”
Pru and Cheyenne started to crack up at that. Phoebe had gone back to her phone and hadn’t even cracked a smile.
I winced at the remembrance of the smell.
My stomach rumbled then, and Pru, who was close enough to me to hear it, looked at me with worried eyes. “You need to go home.”
I nodded. I needed to go home.
Because sadly, shit happened. Literally.
Worst. Date. Ever.
Chapter 6
Don’t let people treat you like pond water. You’re Fiji water, okay?
-Text from Pru to Phoebe
Pru
“So you’re thinking about Mr. Pooper?” Phoebe teased.
I flipped her off. “Fuck off.”
“That was pretty funny, though,” she admitted. “I mean, how much better could it have gotten? Our dad got to listen to your new man poop while he pooped. And, from what mom told me the next day, it was really bad. Dad said that he’d never had to shit like that in his life.”
I covered my face with my hands and started to laugh, unable to control myself. “Oh, God. That’s so bad.”
Phoebe grunted and went back to her phone.
“What’s on there that’s so fucking important?” I questioned.
She turned it around and showed it to me. “A friend of mine made a new app that allows you to go through flashcards on your phone. You take a picture of what you want on there and it transcribes it onto a flashcard. From there, you type in the word that you want on the opposite side, and voila!”
I grunted out a reply. “I hated school. I’m so glad that I’m done with it.”
She huffed out a reply. “I hate school, and I’m almost done, and I think I chose the wrong major.”
My head tilted in confusion.
“You what?” I blinked.
She was six weeks away from finishing her bachelor’s in nursing. How the hell did she get this far and then just decide that she had chosen the wrong field?
She sighed. “I don’t want to work in a hospital setting, and who the hell is going to want to hire a nurse that has a bachelor’s degree when they could hire one with an associate’s degree, get the same type of care, and pay them less?”
I paused because I was unsure of the answer that she wanted for that.
Technically, she was right.
Outside of the hospital setting, she really wasn’t going to find a job that would pay her what she deserved that couldn’t just as easily find someone just as qualified for less money.
“Shit,” I groaned, standing up and walking to the window. “What are you going to do?”
She grimaced. “I’m not sure. Get through the next six weeks, and I guess go from there. I’ve been thinking about where I want to work, and all I can come up with is a school nurse, or going to a doctor’s office. The hospital setting just isn’t for me. Especially when I see that you have to deal with that douchebag on a daily basis.”
The ‘douchebag’ being Kelley Lowe, the man that had a hard-on for all the Mackenzie girls, even the one that didn’t work for him and worked for the hospital for free.