A Narration from the Brain of Jewel Quinn

Chapter 6: Illegal distribution of Rice Krispie treats

Chapter 6: Illegal distribution of Rice Krispie treats

Thursday, June 26, 10:53 am

My parents called and told me that they couldn't send me money until Zaide corporations put a stop to their plan to build a condominium by the Dolphin Bay. They have resorted to living in the place until the company removes their wrecking ball from the vicinity of the area.

Being the good daughter that I was, I told them I had a job and not to worry about money.

It was only after their call that I realized:

a) I did have a job.

b) All the money I did receive from said job goes to Ryan Oaks.

c) No one else would hire me (I tried everything. All I got was "Why should we hire the floozy who made Jenny dump our Darling boy?" And that was actually one of the nice rejections.)

All night I tossed and turned, thinking of a way to make some extra money that wouldn't be exploited by the Beast. By dawn, I had a plan. It would involve using the little savings I did have and making some Rice Krispies.

I met up with Grandpa in the twirling swirl while everyone was eating donuts at the beach preparing for campfire night. I've had to give up the chocolate glazed ones anyway. They go straight to my stomach. I have to do about fifty crunches just to burn off one doughnut. It's totally not worth it. Unless it's the chocolate covered Krispy Kremes with bavarian filling.

My dad said I inherited this trait from his mother's side of the family. I wouldn't know if this was true or not, since grandma died from a heart attack before I was born. He was so afraid that the gene would pass on that he let mom and me go on this ridiculous paleo diet.

"Hey", I said as I pulled out a chair across him. Grandpa has been looking very daper ever since Ryan's grandmother dumped him and he started going out with Delia. His snow white hair was strategically combed over his bald patch and he has started wearing polo shirts and loafers. Now I see old ladies giving him the once over whenever we go out.

Marilyn Hoover had put me in charge of the store while she mingled at the beach. I wouldn't have gone anyway. Forgiveness was not a trait frequently practiced by the town of Mission Hill. So I try to stay out of any gatherings incase they start an angry mob or something.

"Hey" Grandpa said back to me as he poured liquid from a flask he brought with him into his coffee. Since it was a sunday, only me and grandpa were at the diner. He knew I wouldn't tell so he wasn't using any of his tricks to drink alcohol. "How's everything going?"

I made a face and sucked in my black and white milkshake. "Your grandson is an asshole."

He tossed his head back and laughed. "What has he done now?"

"He hasn't dropped off the face of the earth." I stated, grabbing a greasy piece of bacon from his plate.

Grandpa and I have always shared a mutual fondness for well... food. In fact, before I met grandpa I was a good little paleo eater. He was the one who taught me the concept of binge eating. Techniques like making hiding places for cake and sneaking away for a bite of Krispy Kreme. Meeting this old man just opened up a whole new world of wonder. A world you will have to drag me out of kicking and screaming.

"You have something planned to get him back?" Grandpa wanted to know.

I shot him an aggravated look. "Gramps," I said. "This is me we're talking about."

"Just making sure you're not setting down your knives before you begin surgery."

"If I was performing surgery, I'd like to decapitate his pe-"