Wildflowers

Chapter 8

Chapter: 8

The next morning I wake up around 8:30 am to "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel. I roll out of bed and head into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash up for the day before I put on a little bit of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick and throw all the rest of my make into a smaller bag for touch-ups later. I decide to blow-dry my hair so it has a little bit of bounce in it. I walk over to my closet and grab a loose fitting white button down with short sleeves. I also grab a pair of jeans from the my dresser. I change and loosely tuck in the white shirt into my high waisted jeans and grab a pair of wooden sandals. I also decide to grab something to change into before dinner. I grab a slightly oversized white dress with thin straps, a brown suede vest and my white cowboy boots with a larger heal and braided leather around the ankle. I grab a pair of gold hoops and place them in my ears. I put my change of clothes and boots into my duffle along with my small makeup bag. I grab my purse and wooden heels and head down stairs. It was a little after 9 am when I finally got downstairs

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I set down my stuff at the kitchen table and walked into the kitchen. My was making eggs and bacon at the stove.

'Morning mom' I say as I walk over to the cupboard and grab a coffee mug and pour coffee from the fresh pot i'm assuming my mom made.

'Morning honey, there's toast on the table and would you like some eggs and bacon? She asks me

I sit down at the island and grab a piece of toast and spread a little bit of grape jelly onto it. 'Sure, thanks. Did dad tell you I was going to work with him today?' I ask her before taking a bite of my toast.

My mom lets out a huff before crossing her arms 'He did, but you know i'm not crazy about that sweetheart. You never know when shady characters might come into that office. I don't want you exposed to that kind of people' she says putting some of the eggs on a plate and placing two pieces of bacon on the side and then setting it down in front of me.

I roll my eyes and then grab a bite of the eggs 'Mom, honestly you shouldn't worry about that. Dad and Uncle Willy will be there, the whole time and they hardly ever deal with shady characters on weekdays' I tell her with a slight smile.

'Oh very funny dear, way to put my mind at ease' she says taking a sip of her coffee and eating a piece of toast. 'Besides, Willy is not a good example for you. He's practically a hippie, at least he smells like one' she says under her breath.

I roll my eyes again, which happens a lot when it comes to talking to my mother. It's not like she is a terrible person but she is a little closed minded when it comes to the counter-culture as she likes to call it. But, I blame that on her upbringing. She grew in New York City because her dad was a big shot banker and her mother was came from money because her grandfather was a partner in Harrods Department store in London. She grew up in a totally different lifestyle and when she was 18 she met a guy who worked in the art world and she decided to move to Los Angles with him. Little did she know he was married and after she found out she was so mad and embarrassed that her and girlfriends would go out every night and that's when she met my dad and they lived happily ever after, for the most part.

'I wouldn't worry about it mom, Uncle Willy is a good guy. Besides I don't really see clients that much. I take their coats and offer them coffee and make them wait till the real detectives are ready to see them. I mostly answer the phone and take messages until I go and pick up lunch. It's totally safe' I tell her taking a bite of my bacon and taking a sip of my coffee.

Just then, before my mom and I could get into a real fight my dad comes down the stairs.

'Morning family, is that bacon I smell?' My dad asks helping himself to a piece of toast and taking a big bite of it.