The next morning my room seemed warmer than usual, but when I opened the door and came downstairs to take a shower I realized why. The rest of the house was very cold because of the missing front window and the heater was trying to compensate.
I turned it down to not waste more energy, and took a hot shower in a very cold bathroom. Back upstairs in the warmth of my bedroom, I was trying to decide what to wear to court today. I had a nice fitted white shirt, but the thing that went best with it was my dark pleated skirt that was a little too short. The only pants I had available were either the cargos I wore yesterday or jeans. I was still pondering the situation, wearing only the white shirt and stockings, when I heard the front door open and two guys walk in talking.
It was a rather casual discussion about knocking out the front window to make cleanup easier. What? I still had rest of the month before I had to be out, they couldn't be tearing the house apart yet. I padded down the steps in stocking feet yelling.
"Wait, wait, I'm still living here!" Two very surprised construction workers in stained jeans and t-shirts stared open mouthed at my bare thighs. I became very aware of a cold draft wafting up the lower half of my body. The taller of the two checked the papers he was holding.
"We were told this house was empty, we got a dumpster and crew coming in an hour to clear this place out, and you'll need to be out of here by then."
"What? I have a legal document from dad's lawyer saying I have to the end of the month to live here. My stuff is still upstairs in my room, you can't do this to me!" Just then,
Stacy Banneau pushed open the front door with one of her crutches. Her eyes did a survey of the room then settled on my lower half. "You're going to want to wear a little more than that to court, Millie." She said.
"They're going to gut my house while I'm still living here," I answered.
"No they're not, just finish getting dressed, everything will be fine."
"Jeans or short plaited skirt?" I asked.
"Do the jeans have holes or swear words on them?"
"No?"
"Jeans then, you don't want to do the naughty school girl look." I went back upstairs and slipped on the jeans and shoes and finished with a brown cord blazer style jacket. I gathered my keys, wallet, and papers from the original settlement and went back downstairs. Stacy was waiting at the bottom when I came down, and the workman was on his cell phone.
"Come on Millie, I'll take you to breakfast."
"What about the house?" I asked.
"For the unflappable crazy person my daughter described, you sure worry about the details." We made our way to her SUV type BMW and headed out, stopping at the Cozy Cabin Restaurant and parked in a handicap spot.
She ignored the "please wait to be seated" sign, and chose a table by the window.
A waitress came by asking if we wanted coffee, and Stacy answered for both of us. As I opened the menu she said,
"Order the most expensive thing on there, the town of Winfield is buying." It wasn't the most expensive thing, but it was what I wanted.
"Two eggs sunny side up, bacon and an English muffin," I told the waitress. Stacy had oatmeal and fruit.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to be a proper girl?" Stacy asked.
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Heart of Assassin
ActionThe Heart of Assassin Millicent Abigail Willard was pulled out of the college math class she was failing to be told that her father killed himself after losing his job. When she returns home she is attacked by two men who steal her father's computer...
