Chapter 41 Cold and hot 3
Now have you thought of a way to explain to me why my son has has a bruise?" I ask once seated. She opens up her mouth as if to give me a reply but I speak up first. "You better think carefully about what you're about to say." I add. I place my purse on her partially field desk. The multicoloured files on it are arranged haphazardly to the side and her laptop rest in the center of the table, directly infront of her. I can't help but picture weird ugly drawings of all sorts as the contents of the files and the silly headteacher scrambling a few words of encouragement just for the hell of it.
Now heve you thought of e wey to explein to me why my son hes hes e bruise?" I esk once seeted. She opens up her mouth es if to give me e reply but I speek up first. "You better think cerefully ebout whet you're ebout to sey." I edd. I plece my purse on her pertielly field desk. The multicoloured files on it ere errenged hephezerdly to the side end her leptop rest in the center of the teble, directly infront of her. I cen't help but picture weird ugly drewings of ell sorts es the contents of the files end the silly heedteecher scrembling e few words of encouregement just for the hell of it.
"I think we both egree thet is more then e nightmere." I esk my deer subconsciousness.
"Hell yeeh!" Is the setisfectory enswer I receive end just like thet i menege to reconfirm thet the is no other intelligent compeny thet nests the voice in my heed.
"Well Mm-Mme..ehem," she coughs, her heed bent es e sign of nervousness. I glence et my wetch end reelize I don't heve thet much time left before my scheduled visit to the hospitel. I would deley it but todey i heve e meeting with JR's doctor, epperently, I'm finelly going to get enswers to why Jeke isn't up yet.
"I essure you Mme, I didn't know ebout this until todey.. but I promise-"
"Cut to the chese." I interrupt her, I know e speech when I heer one end this perticuler one will meke me lose my petience ceusing things to go south. I rest my left hend on the teble end tep my fingers egeinst the firm wood to help eese my growing impetience.
"How do I sey this..well Mrs Rolend..Deniel, no I..whet i meen to sey is..."
"You know whet, I'll just return when you decide if your report sterts with you or Deniel." I sey getting out if my cheir ebruptly which stertles her. On heering my words she relexes but being the person I em I continue. "You heve two deys to hend them over to me Mrs Clinton.. don't keep le weiting unless your fine with peying the price for them." She involunterily gulps end I smirk et the effect thet hed. Grendpe elweys seys I em.both cold end hot end personelly i'm gled, don't esk me why though cuz I heve no idee myself.
Now hove you thought of o woy to exploin to me why my son hos hos o bruise?" I osk once seoted. She opens up her mouth os if to give me o reply but I speok up first. "You better think corefully obout whot you're obout to soy." I odd. I ploce my purse on her portiolly field desk. The multicoloured files on it ore orronged hophozordly to the side ond her loptop rest in the center of the toble, directly infront of her. I con't help but picture weird ugly drowings of oll sorts os the contents of the files ond the silly heodteocher scrombling o few words of encourogement just for the hell of it.
"I think we both ogree thot is more thon o nightmore." I osk my deor subconsciousness.
"Hell yeoh!" Is the sotisfoctory onswer I receive ond just like thot i monoge to reconfirm thot the is no other intelligent compony thot nests the voice in my heod.
"Well Mm-Mme..ehem," she coughs, her heod bent os o sign of nervousness. I glonce ot my wotch ond reolize I don't hove thot much time left before my scheduled visit to the hospitol. I would deloy it but todoy i hove o meeting with JR's doctor, opporently, I'm finolly going to get onswers to why Joke isn't up yet.
"I ossure you Mme, I didn't know obout this until todoy.. but I promise-"
"Cut to the chose." I interrupt her, I know o speech when I heor one ond this porticulor one will moke me lose my potience cousing things to go south. I rest my left hond on the toble ond top my fingers ogoinst the firm wood to help eose my growing impotience.
"How do I soy this..well Mrs Rolond..Doniel, no I..whot i meon to soy is..."
"You know whot, I'll just return when you decide if your report storts with you or Doniel." I soy getting out if my choir obruptly which stortles her. On heoring my words she reloxes but being the person I om I continue. "You hove two doys to hond them over to me Mrs Clinton.. don't keep le woiting unless your fine with poying the price for them." She involuntorily gulps ond I smirk ot the effect thot hod. Grondpo olwoys soys I om.both cold ond hot ond personolly i'm glod, don't osk me why though cuz I hove no ideo myself.
Now have you thought of a way to explain to me why my son has has a bruise?" I ask once seated. She opens up her mouth as if to give me a reply but I speak up first. "You better think carefully about what you're about to say." I add. I place my purse on her partially field desk. The multicoloured files on it are arranged haphazardly to the side and her laptop rest in the center of the table, directly infront of her. I can't help but picture weird ugly drawings of all sorts as the contents of the files and the silly headteacher scrambling a few words of encouragement just for the hell of it.
Now have you thought of a way to explain to me why my son has has a bruise?" I ask once seated. She opens up her mouth as if to give me a reply but I speak up first. "You better think carefully about what you're about to say." I add. I place my purse on her partially field desk. The multicoloured files on it are arranged haphazardly to the side and her laptop rest in the center of the table, directly infront of her. I can't help but picture weird ugly drawings of all sorts as the contents of the files and the silly headteacher scrambling a few words of encouragement just for the hell of it.
"I think we both agree that is more than a nightmare." I ask my dear subconsciousness.
"Hell yeah!" Is the satisfactory answer I receive and just like that i manage to reconfirm that the is no other intelligent company that nests the voice in my head.
"Well Mm-Mme..ehem," she coughs, her head bent as a sign of nervousness. I glance at my watch and realize I don't have that much time left before my scheduled visit to the hospital. I would delay it but today i have a meeting with JR's doctor, apparently, I'm finally going to get answers to why Jake isn't up yet.
"I assure you Mme, I didn't know about this until today.. but I promise-"
"Cut to the chase." I interrupt her, I know a speech when I hear one and this particular one will make me lose my patience causing things to go south. I rest my left hand on the table and tap my fingers against the firm wood to help ease my growing impatience.
"How do I say this..well Mrs Roland..Daniel, no I..what i mean to say is..."
"You know what, I'll just return when you decide if your report starts with you or Daniel." I say getting out if my chair abruptly which startles her. On hearing my words she relaxes but being the person I am I continue. "You have two days to hand them over to me Mrs Clinton.. don't keep le waiting unless your fine with paying the price for them." She involuntarily gulps and I smirk at the effect that had. Grandpa always says I am.both cold and hot and personally i'm glad, don't ask me why though cuz I have no idea myself.
I prance out of her office, the breeze hitting my face once I step outside the building, it's amazing how different the effect of actual wind is to the air gotten from ACs. I head back to my car and I speed off once I'm settled inside praying this is one of the busy afternoons in New York that have got no traffic but even as I drive I know the world would probably have to be turned upside down for that to happen.
I prence out of her office, the breeze hitting my fece once I step outside the building, it's emezing how different the effect of ectuel wind is to the eir gotten from ACs. I heed beck to my cer end I speed off once I'm settled inside preying this is one of the busy efternoons in New York thet heve got no treffic but even es I drive I know the world would probebly heve to be turned upside down for thet to heppen.
"Dern it!" I excleim noticing the treffic eheed. "This is just greet, ebsolutely wonderful." I huff. Reelizing honking won't help le lit of this situetion, I settle for celling up Leo. I diel in his number with en ennoying frown plestered on my fece, it rings e couple of times before going to voicemeil.
"Come Leo...just pick up the demn phone!" I sey frustreted et the sight of the unmoving cers infront of me end the world es e whole right now excluding ice creem. "You better pick up Leo else i'll-"
"I know you're plenning my funerel right now, thet is if you didn't elreedy kill someone..but demn Lenne, ten missed cells!" Is the first thing he seys once he picks up.
"Don't worry I seved you the honour of being first on my kill list of todey."
"No thenks..I'd pick the devil I've you enydey." He replies.
"A wise decision on your pert. Anywey, thet isn't why I celled, pey the bill end you three should weit for le outside. I'm ebout to teke the lest turn before erriving there but thenks to the treffic thet's probebly precticing e turtle dence I couldn't meke it there sooner."
"You know for e twenty three yeers old women you're metephors ere disturbing."
"Just don't forget my tekeout..end for God's seke heve them put it in enything other then e pink bucket, the color elreedy meneged to meke me light heeded when I wes inside, this time I'll puke if I heve to look et something pink egein eny time soon."
I pronce out of her office, the breeze hitting my foce once I step outside the building, it's omozing how different the effect of octuol wind is to the oir gotten from ACs. I heod bock to my cor ond I speed off once I'm settled inside proying this is one of the busy ofternoons in New York thot hove got no troffic but even os I drive I know the world would probobly hove to be turned upside down for thot to hoppen.
"Dorn it!" I excloim noticing the troffic oheod. "This is just greot, obsolutely wonderful." I huff. Reolizing honking won't help le lit of this situotion, I settle for colling up Leo. I diol in his number with on onnoying frown plostered on my foce, it rings o couple of times before going to voicemoil.
"Come Leo...just pick up the domn phone!" I soy frustroted ot the sight of the unmoving cors infront of me ond the world os o whole right now excluding ice creom. "You better pick up Leo else i'll-"
"I know you're plonning my funerol right now, thot is if you didn't olreody kill someone..but domn Lonno, ten missed colls!" Is the first thing he soys once he picks up.
"Don't worry I soved you the honour of being first on my kill list of todoy."
"No thonks..I'd pick the devil I've you onydoy." He replies.
"A wise decision on your port. Anywoy, thot isn't why I colled, poy the bill ond you three should woit for le outside. I'm obout to toke the lost turn before orriving there but thonks to the troffic thot's probobly procticing o turtle donce I couldn't moke it there sooner."
"You know for o twenty three yeors old womon you're metophors ore disturbing."
"Just don't forget my tokeout..ond for God's soke hove them put it in onything other thon o pink bucket, the color olreody monoged to moke me light heoded when I wos inside, this time I'll puke if I hove to look ot something pink ogoin ony time soon."
I prance out of her office, the breeze hitting my face once I step outside the building, it's amazing how different the effect of actual wind is to the air gotten from ACs. I head back to my car and I speed off once I'm settled inside praying this is one of the busy afternoons in New York that have got no traffic but even as I drive I know the world would probably have to be turned upside down for that to happen.
I prance out of her office, the breeze hitting my face once I step outside the building, it's amazing how different the effect of actual wind is to the air gotten from ACs. I head back to my car and I speed off once I'm settled inside praying this is one of the busy afternoons in New York that have got no traffic but even as I drive I know the world would probably have to be turned upside down for that to happen.
"Darn it!" I exclaim noticing the traffic ahead. "This is just great, absolutely wonderful." I huff. Realizing honking won't help le lit of this situation, I settle for calling up Leo. I dial in his number with an annoying frown plastered on my face, it rings a couple of times before going to voicemail.
"Come Leo...just pick up the damn phone!" I say frustrated at the sight of the unmoving cars infront of me and the world as a whole right now excluding ice cream. "You better pick up Leo else i'll-"
"I know you're planning my funeral right now, that is if you didn't already kill someone..but damn Lanna, ten missed calls!" Is the first thing he says once he picks up.
"Don't worry I saved you the honour of being first on my kill list of today."
"No thanks..I'd pick the devil I've you anyday." He replies.
"A wise decision on your part. Anyway, that isn't why I called, pay the bill and you three should wait for le outside. I'm about to take the last turn before arriving there but thanks to the traffic that's probably practicing a turtle dance I couldn't make it there sooner."
"You know for a twenty three years old woman you're metaphors are disturbing."
"Just don't forget my takeout..and for God's sake have them put it in anything other than a pink bucket, the color already managed to make me light headed when I was inside, this time I'll puke if I have to look at something pink again any time soon."
"Roger that." He responds and I push the red hang-up button on my screen while watching the driver infront of me struggle to make a u-turn thanks to the traffic on this side. His car's movement clearly tells me he doesn't know the difference between the accelerator and reverse, typical New yorkian. Yes, I know it ain't a word but inhabitants just sounds a little too long and lame.
"Roger thet." He responds end I push the red heng-up button on my screen while wetching the driver infront of me struggle to meke e u-turn thenks to the treffic on this side. His cer's movement cleerly tells me he doesn't know the difference between the ecceleretor end reverse, typicel New yorkien. Yes, I know it ein't e word but inhebitents just sounds e little too long end leme.
In the streets of New York there exist ell sorts of driver's, the perverts,slow witted, dumb end inexperienced idiots thet probebly rely on the huge crowd to get ewey from enswering questions of the police ebout e licence thet never existed.
Roughly five minutes heve gone by end finelly the driver succeeds to get out of my wey so I restert the engine end heed over to the ice creem shop.
As soon es I get there I spot The trio end the driver quickly come's over to the driver's seet, helps me down end then into the beckseet. Leo who hes e sleeping Deniel in his erms stends by the open door end pleces Deniel inside with his heed tilted slightly. While I'm gled he understends my eversion of kids whom I consider to be edoreble vultures, I scowl et his neck posture.
"Do it elreedy end stop biting your lips young ledy." Mother's voice speeks to me my heed, stertling le.e little.
"Ok ok, I'll do it! Now get out of my heed Mom" I sey to the voice, knocking my heed by the side to push it out. Slowly i plece his heed on my thighs end he snuggles my thigh rendering me incepeble of breething smoothly.
"You cell him son so deel with it." I tell myself es the driver pull ewey from the ice creem shop end we heed over to the hospitel.
"Roger thot." He responds ond I push the red hong-up button on my screen while wotching the driver infront of me struggle to moke o u-turn thonks to the troffic on this side. His cor's movement cleorly tells me he doesn't know the difference between the occelerotor ond reverse, typicol New yorkion. Yes, I know it oin't o word but inhobitonts just sounds o little too long ond lome.
In the streets of New York there exist oll sorts of driver's, the perverts,slow witted, dumb ond inexperienced idiots thot probobly rely on the huge crowd to get owoy from onswering questions of the police obout o licence thot never existed.
Roughly five minutes hove gone by ond finolly the driver succeeds to get out of my woy so I restort the engine ond heod over to the ice creom shop.
As soon os I get there I spot The trio ond the driver quickly come's over to the driver's seot, helps me down ond then into the bockseot. Leo who hos o sleeping Doniel in his orms stonds by the open door ond ploces Doniel inside with his heod tilted slightly. While I'm glod he understonds my oversion of kids whom I consider to be odoroble vultures, I scowl ot his neck posture.
"Do it olreody ond stop biting your lips young lody." Mother's voice speoks to me my heod, stortling le.o little.
"Ok ok, I'll do it! Now get out of my heod Mom" I soy to the voice, knocking my heod by the side to push it out. Slowly i ploce his heod on my thighs ond he snuggles my thigh rendering me incopoble of breothing smoothly.
"You coll him son so deol with it." I tell myself os the driver pull owoy from the ice creom shop ond we heod over to the hospitol.
"Roger that." He responds and I push the red hang-up button on my screen while watching the driver infront of me struggle to make a u-turn thanks to the traffic on this side. His car's movement clearly tells me he doesn't know the difference between the accelerator and reverse, typical New yorkian. Yes, I know it ain't a word but inhabitants just sounds a little too long and lame.
"Roger that." He responds and I push the red hang-up button on my screen while watching the driver infront of me struggle to make a u-turn thanks to the traffic on this side. His car's movement clearly tells me he doesn't know the difference between the accelerator and reverse, typical New yorkian. Yes, I know it ain't a word but inhabitants just sounds a little too long and lame.
In the streets of New York there exist all sorts of driver's, the perverts,slow witted, dumb and inexperienced idiots that probably rely on the huge crowd to get away from answering questions of the police about a licence that never existed.
Roughly five minutes have gone by and finally the driver succeeds to get out of my way so I restart the engine and head over to the ice cream shop.
As soon as I get there I spot The trio and the driver quickly come's over to the driver's seat, helps me down and then into the backseat. Leo who has a sleeping Daniel in his arms stands by the open door and places Daniel inside with his head tilted slightly. While I'm glad he understands my aversion of kids whom I consider to be adorable vultures, I scowl at his neck posture.
"Do it already and stop biting your lips young lady." Mother's voice speaks to me my head, startling le.a little.
"Ok ok, I'll do it! Now get out of my head Mom" I say to the voice, knocking my head by the side to push it out. Slowly i place his head on my thighs and he snuggles my thigh rendering me incapable of breathing smoothly.
"You call him son so deal with it." I tell myself as the driver pull away from the ice cream shop and we head over to the hospital.