When I walked through the room that Mr. Belzie called the Office, I had to close my eyes for a second. This ... office was painfully decorated. It seems that not only Satan had a thing for Pac-Man underwear, but he also had a thing for Elvis. THE Elvis Presley. Two giant wax figures representing him were on each side of a huge black desk in the back of the room. Framed by two windows, the curtains had a print a little bit... unusual, shall we say. The color of the curtains was hot pink with palm trees and star fishes. It was clashing in an awful manner with the green colored walls. The wall to the right was covered with pictures of Elvis and a Tiki bar was on the left of the room, under a gigantic light fixture that I am sure could blind a person.
I got nauseous just by looking at the room. Mr. Belzie, on the other hand, looked as though he was in heaven, no pun intended.
Without asking permission, she sat behind the desk and took the file in her hands, concentrating on her reading. Mr. Belzie looked at her and made a sound with his throat, trying to get her attention.
"Yes, Mr. Belzie, is there something wrong?" she asked, with a very arrogant voice. I knew that voice. It was the voice she used when she was talking to some of my teachers that thought that because she didn't look like a career woman it meant that she was "different".
Poor Mr. Belzie.
"No, no, nothing wrong, Mrs. Mustard. It's just that.. .that is, I mean, it was the chair of Mr. Mustard and I thought I would seat there in order to discuss the... your inheritance."
Mom's left eyebrow shot up through the ceiling. Normally a sign of warning to whoever was talking to her.
"About this inheritance, Mr. Belzie. As I recall our conversations, am I not the sole beneficiary of Mr. Mustard estate?"
WHAT? What was she talking about?
I thought we had to move because she would have a house and wouldn't need to work anymore?
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My Life in Hell
JugendliteraturIn one day, I learned that my mom went to Vegas, got married to Satan, or Mr. Mustard, and became a widow, for a peanut allergy. Because of that, we had to move to NYC and live in Satan's mansion.
