“Yes, I’m sure. Go back to your man.”
“I can’t go back to him, he never leaves,” she huffs, pretending to be annoyed when we both know she’s not. No, she was annoyed and pissed when she thought Jack wasn’t obsessed with her. Little did she know.
Tinsel has been in love with Jack from the moment her brother brought him home during college. He’d been a dick, according to her, but what I saw was her giving him a hard time. The two of them sparred for years, but I knew she loved him. It was an unspoken thing between us, and I didn’t push because Tinsel gets where she needs to be on her own.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her before hanging up again. She might not live here anymore, but she comes every morning for her sugar cookie coffee and a treat.
I miss her. The apartment is so quiet without her here. I’m happy for her, but I can’t help but be a bit envious and lonely. Not that I’d have time to spar with someone at the moment. Right now I have to figure out a way I’m going to fill all these orders.
There is only so much time in a day. I search my mind for a way I could do them quicker. Is there a way I could cut out a step? I worry my bottom lip as an idea forms. My eyes flick to the clock and realize I couldn’t do it here. I’d have to drive a few towns over, and it could be risky.
I jump up from my bed and head toward the front door, beside which is a small closet. “Yes!” I shout when I spot the wigs Tinsel got last year. That’s a whole other story, but damn am I happy I have them now.