Sight Of Love

Make-up

I stroll Liam's stroller into the supplied janitor doorway. "Rita." I speak. "Anne's school called, she's sick, everything up to 204 is clean." Rita explains, taking dirty cloths out of the drying machine. She takes her gloves off as I remove my jacket. "I should be back in a couple hours." She says. "Raul won't care?" I ask, throwing my jacket onto the table. "He smocked his lunch again. He won't even know." Rita tells. I put on Rita's  used apron. "I'm making tamales tonight. I'll drop off a dozen." Rita smiles. "Okay." I sigh. Rita speaks in Spanish goodbye to Liam, kissing his cheek. "Oh and take all the toilet paper you need." Rita reminds.

Rita loves helping out with things. I go over to her work place to finish the rest of her shift and for that I get things back.

"Okay." I nod. I put on the rubber yellow gloves and pick up Liam from his stroller.

Rita heads off.

I lay Liam into the wheeled bin of cloth, "You ready big man?" I say. "Let's do it, come on, here we go." I push the heavy wheeled bin. I make my way to the hotel rooms, ready to clean.

I sigh and clean the last room, rubbing the sink clean.
I fold a towel, and lay it down onto the shelf.

I put all the clothed remains in the room.

I push down the pillow and huff.

"All done." I turn to Liam. Liam coos and claps his hands. I laugh and clap my hands with him. "Let's get some toilet paper and tamales." I push the bin, making my way downstairs to the room again.

"All finished." I tell Rita as I find her in the janitors room. "Thank you Fiona, here's your tamales. All hot and ready to be eaten." Rita nods, handing me the bags. I take the bags and a box full of toilet paper. "No, thank you." I say to her. Rita nods and grabs Liam, strapping him in his stroller. "No problem." She gives.

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I read a magazine, pushing pressure onto the washing machine with my foot to keep the fucking washing machine shut so the clothes don't fall out and so it stays on. It shakes my body.

I grab a sip of my coffee.

The door knocks and I check the time on my watch. I set the cup and magazine down, heading to the door. I open it up.

"Hey." The ginger says. I grip onto the door, looking at Jackie in shock. "Hi." I clear my throat. "Been awhile, what's your schedule on Friday?" Jackie questions. "Uh, I've got a party." I move myself from the windy door. Jackie walks in, closing the door behind her. I pick up toilet paper from the box, unwrapping it and setting it on the bathroom shelf. "Look, I'm not the bad person here. I mean you did kiss me." Jackie sticks her hands in her jean pockets. "You left. You didn't call me or ask how I was doing. I was drunk and stupid." I scoff, I throw the wrapper in the kitchen garbage. I get back to the washing machine, making it spin again. "Fiona, I don't want to ruin what we have. I love our friendship. I really do." Jackie says. "You could've said something before leaving." I cross my arms, raising my voice. "Then don't get drunk and kiss me!" Jackie raises her voice even more. I scrunch my face up and open my mouth as--

Philip walks in, "Hey, its Philip." Jackie chuckles. "Hey, its the ginger." Philip chuckles. "No school?" Jackie questions. Philip puts his plate in the sink. "Nah, I've got some teeth pulled out today." Philip replies. "Wisdom teeth?" Jackie asks, "sugar rot." Philip says, opening the fridge to grab some juice. "How was last night?" Lip questions. "Lip." I interrupt.