A Living Fancy

Warning

The knocking continued, until I built up the courage to open it. It was the police again. I snarled angrily and asked "didn't I just see you" He sighed and asked " can I come in?"

I told him it was late but he insisted. He turned on the lights and pulled out a file folder. He said he had information on the woman from the footage.

He informed me that her name was "Gina Bernett" a Nigerian woman who was wanted in different states for arsenic, robbery, and vandalism, drug distribution, Assault and battery.

He said the list could go on and on but I didn't want to her another word of her. That was the language she spoke on the phone I realized.

He said " wait you had an conversation with her? You didn't obey what I said you were supposed to stay away she could hurt you."

I reassured him that I was fine and that he could leave. He grabbed his folder angrily and left and gave me an ashamed look.

I slammed the door and went straight to bed I didn't have time to check on the homeless man.

The Next morning I saw the homeless man at the kitchen table, it was the right that it stopped referring to him as "the homeless man" I needed to know who he was.

I say at the table and spoke first, I said " it's time I found out what's your name is." He looked at me surprised, but still no answer.

He cleared his throat, and just still remained silent. I slammed my hands on the table in frustration.

" I need answers." I said he sighed and said " My name is Tim."" Tim Darengers." I hesitated, before speaking again. Our conversation was very vague but I was willing to take anything i could get from him

We only spoke when there was an awkward silence. I could tell from that conversation that he didn't like me. My personality was too fast & rich for him he was used to the bottom of the barrel which obviously wasn't me.

My day was free and I had nothing to do. I thought about the lists of things I could do but the whole time all I could think about was Tim.

His Face, body, his attitude. He was edgy & defensive. I kept thinking and thinking until my phone rang.

It was Tyler, he was calling for sex I assumed so I let it ring a few seconds later. When I got on the phone he spoke in a jittery nervous tone he asked could I meet him at Starbucks so we could discuss our plan B for the boutique.