"You used to love it, Tommy." They said. "If you want the old you back you have to get back into her habits." They whined.
And she gave in.
A year after a hard divorce, Tommy Roy finds herself agreeing to go clubbing with her best friends.
The nigh...
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My thirtieth birthday was quite enjoyable. It was way better than last year because by that time I was a fresh divorcee and I was miserable. I was bitter, mean and way colder than I already am.
My family was really kind to come over and bombard me with so much love, although they do it every week. And when they left Sunday morning, I was left alone again.
It was saddening how my house became so alive and warm when my family was here but when they left it was just a big, cold, empty house. I've thought about moving to a smaller place but the thought of my family squeezing in a tiny place makes me grimace.
But now it's Monday morning and back to work. I don't have to sit around in my empty house because I can work now. And although my work revolves around a lot of death, I enjoy it because I give the murdered their justice.
Walking into the station, I'm called in my Chief Peterson. Chief is like a father to me seeing that my own was no longer alive and he cared although he was very tough.
Knocking on the black wood doors I take a step back before Marge opens the large doors. "Morning, Marge," I greet the way I always do.
"Still not smiling, huh?" Marge always joked about how I never smiled. It was harmless and I totally understood. "I'll laugh if you find me something funny to laugh at," I raised an eyebrow and she graced me with her perfect smile.
Marge was a beautiful forty-six-year-old black woman. If you ever talk about a black queen, Marge was her in my eyes. Always had her afro pulled up and she embraced the small flecks of grey. She was curvaceous and it definitely suited her.
"You know I'm still working on that," I nodded. "Go right, he's waiting for you," she told me and I headed into Chief's office.
"Derek?" I called out and he lifted his head from the mounts of paperwork before you. "Tommy," he stood up with a big smile. "How's my thirty-year-old doing?" He embraced me in his warm hug.
"Feeling old," I mumbled and he chuckled. "You barely even look a day over twenty-three," I playfully rolled my eyes. "So what've you got for me? Another big case?" I got straight to business.
"If you keep working like that they'll make you chief before I retire," he joked and I smirked. "I wouldn't mind," I joked and Derek feigned hurt.
"You sneaky little child," I smiled slightly. "Oh, my. Are...smiling, Tommy?" I shrugged as my smile grew but quickly died down into a thin line.
"Well, my day has been blessed. Tommy Roy smiled," he grinned widely and headed back to his table. He told Marge to "bring him in".
