The Healer

Melody

Damn it, damn it damn it. How did he turn something so simple into a prediction. Something that answered his question but reviled something about me? I didn't like this feeling. But you know what it didn't matter. He knows I bake so what? Is he going to go to every bakery in the tri state area to figure out where I work? no way. He's just trying to gather a little more insight so he can get a good grade I thought to myself. I walked up the porch steps and flung open the door, Pickle was laying on the carpet in the dark. I sat on the window sill and he climbed onto my lap. I stroked his smooth fur and opened the window for some air. I opened the mail I had brought in before I left, there were some bills to pay off. I decided to take care of the rent and everything else before my parents arrived on Friday so they won't go looking through my stuff for money. I got up and took a book out of one of the floorboards in my room. In every book in the floor boards I stored some money. The last place my parents would ever look through drunk is in the floor, let alone through some old books. I pulled out enough to cover the rent and the gas and water bill and put the book back. So much for that motorcycle I wanted. I placed the envelope with the money in my book bag so I could drop it off on my way to work and went to sleep.