"I can not, and I repeat cannot, believe how utterly stupid you
are," exclaimed Angela.
"Great one minute you're kissing me and the next yelling at me," said Andrew.
"A charity?"
"Look, I promised her."
"Break your promise because there is no way in hell I am going to stand around all night hearing children sing 'Jesus loves me.' "
"Is that what they do," asked Andrew.
"How would I know? I have never been to one."
"Oh well, think of it as a new experience," said Andrew.
"Hmm- WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER!"
*******************
Andrea studied the couple from afar. They really did make quite an interesting couple. Interesting would be the key word in that sentence. She hoped they wouldn't do anything to ruin tonight's charity. She saw them fall silent as she approached them.
"Continue. Please don't stop on my account," said Andrea.
Andrew gave her his best fake smile.
"Andrea, what a pleasant surprise," said Angela.
"You two can drop the sainthood act. I know how you guys are. I just want to make a few things clear."
"This had better be good," said Angela sarcastically.
"You two will not do anything to ruin tonight. It is very important to the children."
"I'm sure it is. Are their lovely parents going to be with them," asked Andrew.
"No, they don't have any parents. They're orphans," said Andrea.
Andrea thought she saw a flash of pain go over both of their faces. Even if it had been there it wasn't now. Their sarcastic grins were back.
Angela felt really awkward now. She shouldn't. She knew how they felt. Her parent's loved her and all but they didn't know her and they didn't raise her.
The same thing went for Andrew. He was considered the most impossible child among his nannies. No Nanny had stayed more than a month. His Nanny's had names from every Alphabet of the world.
"Well, it doesn't start for an hour. My dad sent me out here to ask you guys to come in for coffee," said Andrea.
"Just as long as we aren't forced to pray."
"Be careful Angela, you wouldn't want another person to find out you aren't such a good girl," said Andrea.
The Johnson's had a fairly large house. Ofcourse it wasn't as big as either of the Evans' house but it was very large. It was three stories where as the different Evans' house was four.
Mr. Johnson was a respectable man. Ofcourse neither Angela nor Andrew thought so. They thought he was rather boring. They saw the parent's sitting cozily together. This was something different. They didn't have one friend, real or fake that had parent's who acted like this. More than half of them was divorce.
Angela's parents split years ago. The father was caught in bed and ofcourse her mother being the dramatic person she was acted like the world was ending left and was never seen again. Angela had been eight at the time and since the mother was gone ten years they were now divorce.
Andrew's situation was different. His parents had divorced before he moved to New York. He went to live with his mom. His father ofcourse was thrilled to get rid of his not so well thought of son. His mother talked to him and tried to bond with him which pissed Andrew off because she had this vision of what she wanted him to be.
"Angela, I read your article in the school paper. I must say I was rather impress with it. You are a talented writer. I hope you will seek to pursue a writing career," said Mrs. Johnson.
"I am not quite sure of my plans yet. I've been up late praying about it everynight. I know God will lead me in the right direction. He always does," said Angela.
Andrea had to fight the urge to scoff. God was truly fucked up if he led her in the directions she went in. She knew Angela was nothing but a cunning, poor rich girl, who played people and was proud of it.
****
Angela watched as children circled around her. She knew nothing about children whatsoever. She had never babysat. Why would she? She had more than enough money. She was truly about to lose it.
"What's your name," asked Jude.
"You already asked me that two times," said Andrew.
"I did? Why is your name Andrew?"
"Because my parents named me that!"
Jude missed his annoyance. She was only nine.
"Why did they named you that."
"Why did they do that?"
"I don't know. Why are you in a orphanage?"
"Because my mom and Dad got divorced in La," said Andrew.
"Join the club. Mine did too. I actually have a sister named Judith. I've never met her. What's your name by the way," asked Andrew.
"Jude, Judith Evans," said Jude. They both looked at eachother.
"I have to get out of here.
********
"Are you okay," asked Angela.
"Ofcourse I am not okay. I have a sister. She's my sister and I just walked out on her. What the hell is my problem. I am truly fucked up," said Andrew.
"Well, that's true. Sorry, we could always go visit the virgin and ask her which orphanage Jude lives at. We could go visit her," said Andrew.
"Then what? My parents kind of got divorced because of her. I don't think my mom would exactly let her live with us," said Andrew.
He received one of Angela's persistent look.
"Well, make her see how important it is to you as well as Jude. This would really mean a lot to Jude," said Angela.
"Since when do you care about her? Wow, I believe the ice princess has feelings after all," said Andrew with a teasing grin.
"Shut the fuck up Evans. I care about you and I think this is important to you. Let's do this.
Ms. or Mrs. Evans, whichever one you want to call her, was less than thrilled.
"You found the bastard child? There is no way Charles's child is living here. Why didn't Charles take care of her? Oh, I forgot. He is very incompetent. Well, the maid should have thought of that. That child is not my responsibility," said Shelly.
"Mom, she is my sister. Look, this is important to me. She is my sister and she doesn't deserve to live in a- orphanage."
"She is not my problem!"
"Ofcourse not Mom! What on earth would your fucking country friends say? When can you ever do the right thing? And you wonder why I am so fucked up!"
"I was a good mother! I did the best I could. It wasn't my fault," screamed Shelly.
"Maybe Dad could have taken half of the blame if you had been there for me! After Dad left you used to drink so much! You can't blame Dad for everything!"
With that Andrew walked out of his house.
"Great one minute you're kissing me and the next yelling at me," said Andrew.
"A charity?"
"Look, I promised her."
"Break your promise because there is no way in hell I am going to stand around all night hearing children sing 'Jesus loves me.' "
"Is that what they do," asked Andrew.
"How would I know? I have never been to one."
"Oh well, think of it as a new experience," said Andrew.
"Hmm- WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER!"
*******************
Andrea studied the couple from afar. They really did make quite an interesting couple. Interesting would be the key word in that sentence. She hoped they wouldn't do anything to ruin tonight's charity. She saw them fall silent as she approached them.
"Continue. Please don't stop on my account," said Andrea.
Andrew gave her his best fake smile.
"Andrea, what a pleasant surprise," said Angela.
"You two can drop the sainthood act. I know how you guys are. I just want to make a few things clear."
"This had better be good," said Angela sarcastically.
"You two will not do anything to ruin tonight. It is very important to the children."
"I'm sure it is. Are their lovely parents going to be with them," asked Andrew.
"No, they don't have any parents. They're orphans," said Andrea.
Andrea thought she saw a flash of pain go over both of their faces. Even if it had been there it wasn't now. Their sarcastic grins were back.
Angela felt really awkward now. She shouldn't. She knew how they felt. Her parent's loved her and all but they didn't know her and they didn't raise her.
The same thing went for Andrew. He was considered the most impossible child among his nannies. No Nanny had stayed more than a month. His Nanny's had names from every Alphabet of the world.
"Well, it doesn't start for an hour. My dad sent me out here to ask you guys to come in for coffee," said Andrea.
"Just as long as we aren't forced to pray."
"Be careful Angela, you wouldn't want another person to find out you aren't such a good girl," said Andrea.
The Johnson's had a fairly large house. Ofcourse it wasn't as big as either of the Evans' house but it was very large. It was three stories where as the different Evans' house was four.
Mr. Johnson was a respectable man. Ofcourse neither Angela nor Andrew thought so. They thought he was rather boring. They saw the parent's sitting cozily together. This was something different. They didn't have one friend, real or fake that had parent's who acted like this. More than half of them was divorce.
Angela's parents split years ago. The father was caught in bed and ofcourse her mother being the dramatic person she was acted like the world was ending left and was never seen again. Angela had been eight at the time and since the mother was gone ten years they were now divorce.
Andrew's situation was different. His parents had divorced before he moved to New York. He went to live with his mom. His father ofcourse was thrilled to get rid of his not so well thought of son. His mother talked to him and tried to bond with him which pissed Andrew off because she had this vision of what she wanted him to be.
"Angela, I read your article in the school paper. I must say I was rather impress with it. You are a talented writer. I hope you will seek to pursue a writing career," said Mrs. Johnson.
"I am not quite sure of my plans yet. I've been up late praying about it everynight. I know God will lead me in the right direction. He always does," said Angela.
Andrea had to fight the urge to scoff. God was truly fucked up if he led her in the directions she went in. She knew Angela was nothing but a cunning, poor rich girl, who played people and was proud of it.
****
Angela watched as children circled around her. She knew nothing about children whatsoever. She had never babysat. Why would she? She had more than enough money. She was truly about to lose it.
"What's your name," asked Jude.
"You already asked me that two times," said Andrew.
"I did? Why is your name Andrew?"
"Because my parents named me that!"
Jude missed his annoyance. She was only nine.
"Why did they named you that."
"Why did they do that?"
"I don't know. Why are you in a orphanage?"
"Because my mom and Dad got divorced in La," said Andrew.
"Join the club. Mine did too. I actually have a sister named Judith. I've never met her. What's your name by the way," asked Andrew.
"Jude, Judith Evans," said Jude. They both looked at eachother.
"I have to get out of here.
********
"Are you okay," asked Angela.
"Ofcourse I am not okay. I have a sister. She's my sister and I just walked out on her. What the hell is my problem. I am truly fucked up," said Andrew.
"Well, that's true. Sorry, we could always go visit the virgin and ask her which orphanage Jude lives at. We could go visit her," said Andrew.
"Then what? My parents kind of got divorced because of her. I don't think my mom would exactly let her live with us," said Andrew.
He received one of Angela's persistent look.
"Well, make her see how important it is to you as well as Jude. This would really mean a lot to Jude," said Angela.
"Since when do you care about her? Wow, I believe the ice princess has feelings after all," said Andrew with a teasing grin.
"Shut the fuck up Evans. I care about you and I think this is important to you. Let's do this.
Ms. or Mrs. Evans, whichever one you want to call her, was less than thrilled.
"You found the bastard child? There is no way Charles's child is living here. Why didn't Charles take care of her? Oh, I forgot. He is very incompetent. Well, the maid should have thought of that. That child is not my responsibility," said Shelly.
"Mom, she is my sister. Look, this is important to me. She is my sister and she doesn't deserve to live in a- orphanage."
"She is not my problem!"
"Ofcourse not Mom! What on earth would your fucking country friends say? When can you ever do the right thing? And you wonder why I am so fucked up!"
"I was a good mother! I did the best I could. It wasn't my fault," screamed Shelly.
"Maybe Dad could have taken half of the blame if you had been there for me! After Dad left you used to drink so much! You can't blame Dad for everything!"
With that Andrew walked out of his house.