32 Mabel Ferguson, Tommy's Cousin
Mabel put the phone down. Her Dad said Uncle Duane wouldn't be of any help. What was the use of having a filthy rich uncle? She needed a job. The money spigot was dry and that meant the party time was ending. She had graduated and thankfully she didn't have student loans but she still needed to find some rich guy, or a job. A job seemed easier. All the rich guys she knew were very old, too connected to her parents, or already taken. Or, she could move back home, and have dear Mom run every detail of her life. She shuddered at that possibility.
Her roommate, Tracy, was outside the door fumbling with her key. And she wasn't alone. She could hear her boyfriend. She could feel her time here was ending. Tracy had hinted she and her boyfriend would like to co-habit, without her. Shit. The door opened.
Later that night the three settled down to watch a movie. She was the extra wheel here.
"What's the movie tonight?"
"Steve picked it out."
Oh oh. She hated horror movies. And Steve preferred a healthy assortment of monsters with the more murder and mayhem the better. Maybe it would be something light - a horror comedy. Or maybe this was their way of hinting she should leave.
"Mabel, have you seen the 'Sixth Sense'?"
"Never heard of it. Is it a comedy?"
They laughed. "It's about a boy who can see ghosts."
"Friendly ghosts?"
"Oh yes, very friendly, or you know we could watch 'Poltergeist' again."
"Oh please no. I couldn't sleep after that one."
"Popcorn's ready. Let's get started."
Mabel sighed. Life sucked without money.