Mary Oceans Hurts

Hazel

Surprisingly the headache had worn off the next morning. Laying in my bed I decided to check the voicemail grandma had left me later last night.

"Hello, Mary. It's Jane from reception, I'm just calling to offer you the position of P.A for Mr Macallister. Give me a call anytime to see where we go from here." It wasn't grandma, The green-eyed girl. My body didn't allow me to feel proud for finally obtaining a job, for when I tried to get off my bed and celebrate everything in my body ached except for my head- ironically.

"Ugh." I plopped back onto my bed, took a deep breath and let myself smile. But then I remembered the fool that I had made of myself yesterday and how awkward it would be to work with that man after that. Well I have no other option but to take the position, because these bills aren't going to pay themselves.

I decided to ignore my body's call to rest and got up and made myself breakfast. Two scrambled eggs with toast and a cup of coffee to keep myself awake throughout the day. Finishing my meal I heard my phone ring. Looking at the caller ID "Hazel" My younger sister. I picked up my phone, took a deep breath and opened the call."Hazel! Baby, I'm sorry I haven't called you in so long I've-" I knew I had to call her but my sisters life and mines aren't compatible, I love her even in the depths of her naivety but to be near her and involved in her life like I should be would mean to be involved with my mother as well and I can't endure that torture.

"No! You suck. You won't even text me to check up on me?!" She interrupted, agitated in her tone.

"I'm sorry, baby." She's right, I could at least try to be a decent older sister. I heard an irritated sigh from the other end.

"You're not. And don't 'baby' me; it's belittling." She retorted. "I get that you're busy but damn Mary, you make me feel like I don't matter to you." Her sweet feminine voice didn't sugar coat her tone.

The left side of my torso started to ache again making me grunt."Oh so now I'm annoying you, is that it?" She assumed my grunt of uncomfort was my expression of annoyance.

"No, Hazel!" I exclaimed "I'm just in a great deal of pain at the moment." Silence came through the other end. Did she hang up? I looked at my phone, the call was ongoing."Baby-" I tried to apologize but she interrupted before I could.

"Next month Bo and I are celebrating our one year anniversary. I'll send you the info, if you want to come you are welcome." I have yet to meet Bo even though they've been married for a whole year. Last time I saw my sister was at my moms 49th birthday after her wedding. She was and still is pretty upset about me not showing up at her wedding and not being one of her bridesmaids.

"Bo would love to meet you." and with that she hung up. "I truly do suck." I sighed.

I called Jane from reception and made an appointment for tomorrow for orientation. Moving guys are coming today so I called grandma and told her I would visit her later in the day. At about 1:30 pm the moving guys came round and packed up everything into the vehicle. Grandma's cancer didn't just take my bakery but my house too. I loved my house even if it was small and in a very busy street. I couldn't continue paying the mortgage. I'm moving to grandma's cottage in the outskirts of the city about a 40 min drive to my new job. The moving guys dropped off everything at grandma's cottage which is surprisingly big for how tiny it looks from the outside. I donated and sold most of my things because the cottage is already furnished and beautifully decorated.

I finished unpacking most things around six and arrived at the hospital around seven. I found a twenty dollar bill in one of my old jackets and put it all to gas. No more public transportation, well at least for today. My red Toyota Camry missed me and I missed it, although it needs major work. It's been with me since I graduated university, a gift from grandma.

"Mama." I smiled at her smile, she could be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and wouldn't let that smile leave her face. "Did you come to tell me youre finally giving me great-grand babies?" I laughed sarcastically.

"Mama, you know I want to give you everything you may desire in the world but that one thing is out of my reach." I have not entertained a man since University.

"Well, that's too bad. I do wanna see your baby before I die." She lowered her head pretending to be sad. "Mama don't speak in that manner!" All she has ever joked about since I can remember is death "Being in a hospital and talking of death is drowning." She laughed. We talked as we ate, I brought up nothing of my financial struggles to her, she deserves to have peace of mind at least.

As she ate her green apples a nurse came in and asked to speak with me outside. "How are you doing? You didn't appear well yesterday and that bruise on your torso looked pretty nasty." I couldn't help but feel naked, she was too concerned with my well-being.

"I'm doing much better." I lied. "Now, is my grandma going to be okay?"She sighed and looked down "No. Not if the tumor is not removed." It was now my turn to sigh "And how much would it cost?" I asked, already knowing the answer I had googled it hundred times before.

She gave me that sympathetic look, I hate it. "Brain tumor surgery would cost between $50,000 and $150,000." Her words still drop like boulders, I fold my arms giving myself a hug. Where would I get this type of money?

From the corner of my eye I see a familiar figure. I turn and behold Mr Macalister with a bouquet of flowers walking right past us. The nurse turned and looked as well as a smile formed on her lips. She turned away shily when he had turned the corner. She cleared her throat when she turned back to me and realized that the smile was still on her face.

I knew what had to be done. My pride must be put away, I would ask my mother to loan me half of the money and I would use the last of my savings.

Following day, I drove to Listers and parked in a multi-level parking building. Thirteen dollars an hour, I had no other option, there's no parking in the city streets. I knew better either way. "Hey. Mary Oceans." I made myself known to Jane when I had reached the 58th floor. She looked up and put her index finger up, signaling to give her a minute seeing as she was on the phone. I took the opportunity to look around and behold Mr Macalister walking in my direction once more.

His jet black silky slick back hair, tall figure and broad shoulders distinguished him from anyone else, at least in the building. He opened the clear doors that divided Jane's reception and the rest of the floor and held it open with his body.

"Let's go. I haven't got all day." He said roughly, extending his arm waiting for me to enter.

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