Whatsername, chapter 6
“Ann, can I see you in my office?�
Ann was asleep. Her head was lying on her messy desk, covered in files, books, and other crap. One file was covered in her drool. Alarmed she quickly lifted her head, eyes wide opened and said
“Uh wha- wha-?� She cleared her throat. “Oh... um. Sorry sir.� Ann messaged the dark skin sagging from exhaustion under her eyes. She pushed back her jet-black hair behind her ears and walked to his office.
On his desk was a small rectangular prism with a golden plate mounted on it that said “Capt. Carmichael� She sat down in the seat that was adjacent to his.
“Look Ann,� he said, “I think you’ve been working the case to hard and you need a vacation. Your off the case� she was surprised.
“But sir--� Before she cold finish he interrupted her.
“Go home. It’s 2:30 A.M. I’ll drive you.� She sighed.
“No, that’s fine. I’ll just walk to the garage and pick up my car.�
Ann went back to her desk, gathered up her things, put on her coat and gloves and left the building. The air outside was cold and bitter. She hated the weather in New York. Her mechanic’s garage was a 15 minute walk from the precinct, so it wasn’t that bad.
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�What?!� she screamed. “2,500 dollars just replace a few lousy transmission parts!? Her mechanic was very repulsive. He was fat, had a turkey neck, and gray gangly hair. He always appeared to wear the same yellow armpit stained, greasy, dirty wife-beater. He had log fingernails with black gunk under them. He smelt as bad as his attitude.
“Well too bad lady. Pay up or get out�
She winced at him. She handed him a check and snatched the keys from him. As she walked out she yelled “You’re a cheap MOFO and you suck!!� A few minutes later she muttered to herself. “Wow... That was immature of me.�
When Ann arrived at her apartment, she had to walk up 3 flights of stairs. She unlocked the door and entered. There was a bunch of mail sitting on the dinning room table. She skimmed through them.
“Bills... Bills... Bills... subscription... bills� she paused. “Child support; Steven O’Brien.� She exhaled. “Worthless son of a bitch.� She despised her ex-husband.
Ann entered the living room to find her 11-year-old son, Alex, sleeping on the couch on front of the T.V with a half eaten candy bar in his left hand. His longish brown hair covered his face. He was wearing an opened Greenish/brown plaid polo shirt; pair of black capris, and muddy black high top Chuck Taylor.
“Ugh... Alex.� She scooped him up into her arms and carried him baby style to his room. She layed him down gently on his bed and took of his polo shirt and Chucks. She tucked him in and kissed his forehead. “Good night. “ she whispered.
Ann was asleep. Her head was lying on her messy desk, covered in files, books, and other crap. One file was covered in her drool. Alarmed she quickly lifted her head, eyes wide opened and said
“Uh wha- wha-?� She cleared her throat. “Oh... um. Sorry sir.� Ann messaged the dark skin sagging from exhaustion under her eyes. She pushed back her jet-black hair behind her ears and walked to his office.
On his desk was a small rectangular prism with a golden plate mounted on it that said “Capt. Carmichael� She sat down in the seat that was adjacent to his.
“Look Ann,� he said, “I think you’ve been working the case to hard and you need a vacation. Your off the case� she was surprised.
“But sir--� Before she cold finish he interrupted her.
“Go home. It’s 2:30 A.M. I’ll drive you.� She sighed.
“No, that’s fine. I’ll just walk to the garage and pick up my car.�
Ann went back to her desk, gathered up her things, put on her coat and gloves and left the building. The air outside was cold and bitter. She hated the weather in New York. Her mechanic’s garage was a 15 minute walk from the precinct, so it wasn’t that bad.
~~~
�What?!� she screamed. “2,500 dollars just replace a few lousy transmission parts!? Her mechanic was very repulsive. He was fat, had a turkey neck, and gray gangly hair. He always appeared to wear the same yellow armpit stained, greasy, dirty wife-beater. He had log fingernails with black gunk under them. He smelt as bad as his attitude.
“Well too bad lady. Pay up or get out�
She winced at him. She handed him a check and snatched the keys from him. As she walked out she yelled “You’re a cheap MOFO and you suck!!� A few minutes later she muttered to herself. “Wow... That was immature of me.�
When Ann arrived at her apartment, she had to walk up 3 flights of stairs. She unlocked the door and entered. There was a bunch of mail sitting on the dinning room table. She skimmed through them.
“Bills... Bills... Bills... subscription... bills� she paused. “Child support; Steven O’Brien.� She exhaled. “Worthless son of a bitch.� She despised her ex-husband.
Ann entered the living room to find her 11-year-old son, Alex, sleeping on the couch on front of the T.V with a half eaten candy bar in his left hand. His longish brown hair covered his face. He was wearing an opened Greenish/brown plaid polo shirt; pair of black capris, and muddy black high top Chuck Taylor.
“Ugh... Alex.� She scooped him up into her arms and carried him baby style to his room. She layed him down gently on his bed and took of his polo shirt and Chucks. She tucked him in and kissed his forehead. “Good night. “ she whispered.
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