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An amount of 100 billion dollars in exchange of necessary fire-arms and manpower at the time of need.
That was the deal of the government with Hades. The States will provide him his share of money and in exchange, Ha...
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"Let's go out to eat." Becca said poking her head through the opens door of my small office.
I had a small baby Alexander held in my arms as I read the huge report I wrote for the board of director meeting about the fund raising program and the volunteer program.
"Uh...no." I replied to Becca.
"Come on!" She wined. "We don't go out any more."
"Yeah...cause we have work to do?"
"Come on." She said. "Work hour is over."
"Becc..."
"No!" She yells like a kid and stomps her feet on the floor. "We need to go out. Have fun and call it a night. Plus it's Friday!"
"How...about, no?" I smirk.
"You behave like a fifty year old mother with twenty kids..."
I smirk. "Except I am twenty four with twenty kids."
"That sound so wrong." She crinkles up her nose. "Come on. Let's go. Have a meal and we'll go home."
"I dunno, Beccy." I sigh."Will you pay?"
She rolls her eyes.
So me and Becca walk to the small diner across the streets and order American cheeseburger and cola and large fries for each.
"I missed junk food." Becca moaned in delight.
I can't say I haven't but tonight wasn't settling.
I didn't feel like eating or anything.
I had a long day. But then again I always have a long day and at the end it doesn't even feel like moving a muscle this set up dinner.
I end up eating leftovers straight from the fridge and going to bed without a shower.
"I was wondering about asking Aiden to have dinner with us...sometime around this week. What do you say?" Becca asks.
And then there is that. Her unhealthy obsession with the therapist Aiden.
"We eat leftovers for dinner, Becc." I say.
"Yeah..." She whines. "But we can make a nice dish of lasagna noodle and salad and garlic bread, maybe some whine..." She squirms, the excitement pouring out of her.
"Or maybe you guys can pay for a hotel room and room service for a night." I snort. "It would save one laundry day."
"It doesn't work like that." Becca shakes her head.
I laugh.
"How does it work like?"
"You know..." She shrugs. "Dinner, dates, movies, maybe the circus..."
Freaky!
"Okay?" I nod. "Fair enough. I can't think about circus but I think a new horror movie is out."