I spent most of Sunday morning planning how I was going to get my life back
on track. I decided I needed to stick to a strict diet plan to ensure I
was getting enough to eat. I knew if I wanted to get my life in order I
needed to get healthy again.
I called Leo and we managed to have a civil conversation. We agreed that my things would stay at the apartment until I found a place to live. He'd be leaving for Africa soon, but he's keeping the apartment so there was no rush. We both admitted that we had gotten in over our heads and a divorce was for the best. He gave me his mailing address and said he'd leave his lawyers info on the kitchen counter so that when the paperwork was drawn up I would know how to get it to him.
After I got of the phone with Leo I decided to take a quick shower. I wanted to get downstairs and eat breakfast so Karen would see that I was eating again. I showered as quickly as I could and when I was done toweling off I quickly tossed on some jeans and a pink blouse and headed downstairs, my hair still wet from the shower.
Karen was no where to be found. I searched the entire downstairs and finally decided she was probably still sleeping, even though it was now almost 10:00 A.M. The kitchen was completely empty, I wonder if cook gets Sundays off. I helped myself to a bagel and cream cheese, and though I was dying for a cup of coffee, Karen's coffee maker looked far to complicated to even attempt making a pot. I grabbed a glass of orange juice instead.
"Ugh Grace." Karen said as she entered the kitchen. "Where the hell is cook?"
"I don't know Kare, no one was around so I helped myself to some breakfast."
"I've been waiting all morning for my breakfast, he better have a good excuse! What are you eating Grace?"
"A bagel, I wanted to make some coffee, but that machine is pretty intimidating."
"Yeah, I don't know how to work anything in here. Grace, where would I find one of those bagels?"
"Ha, you don't know how to find a damn thing in here do you Karen? Sit down and I'll get you one."
I told Karen about my conversation with Leo, she was pretty surprised I had called him, especially after my meltdown last night.
"I have a whole new attitude Karen, it's amazing what a good nights sleep can do for your mental health. After breakfast I'm going to look for an apartment, so hopefully I won't be imposing on you much longer."
"Well, there's no rush honey; I'm going to need someone to cook for me after I fire cook so stick around and you can earn your keep!"
I talked Will into going apartment hunting with me and we spent the better part of Sunday afternoon scouring the city for a decent apartment. After four hours of unsuccessful searching I was tired and little cranky. Will wanted to look at a few more apartments, but I was just too tired. My energy was understandably low and I worried if we walked any further I'd never make it home.
We found Karen and Jack in the parlor playing strip poker. Karen was down to her slip and one shoe, and Jack was fully clothed.
"Karen, don't tell me Jack is actually winning." Will said as we entered the room.
"Oh, hi Wilma, no actually I'm winning, we're playing reverse strip poker. Yeah, since we both love to be naked we figured it would be more competitive if the winner had to remove their clothing."
"So how did you kids make out?"
"Well Karen, lets just say I hope you fired cook."
"Grace," Jack began. "You can't expect to find a cool place with Will as your guide. Come on, meet me tomorrow and I'll introduce you to my new lover, he's a realtor and he's gay. "
"Jack, you do realize if you lose this hand you're going to have to see Karen remove her slip." Will questioned.
"Aw grow up Wilma; we've seen each other naked before."
"Yeah Will, I love Karen's body, even though she has all those woman parts, I find her oddly appealing."
"Really Will, what kind of a gay man are you anyway? I'm a gay icon for crying out loud. You know, you should be worshiping these puppies!" Karen said as she grasped her breasts."
"Karen, just because the boys down at the Gay Gay Gay Gay club gave you a drag queen name it doesn't make you a gay icon."
"Oh Wilma what would you know about gay icons? They gays worship this body."
"Ok, can we change the subject?" I asked as I let out a long sigh. "I think we can all agree that Karen's boobs are loved by gays and straights alike. Now let's talk about food, I'm starving, what's for dinner."
"Hmm, shouldn't I be asking you that question Grace, I mean cook, I mean Grace. Oh forget it, you can't be cook, it's just going to get too confusing. Plus, once you get your appetite back I won't be able to afford to keep you around here."
I called Leo and we managed to have a civil conversation. We agreed that my things would stay at the apartment until I found a place to live. He'd be leaving for Africa soon, but he's keeping the apartment so there was no rush. We both admitted that we had gotten in over our heads and a divorce was for the best. He gave me his mailing address and said he'd leave his lawyers info on the kitchen counter so that when the paperwork was drawn up I would know how to get it to him.
After I got of the phone with Leo I decided to take a quick shower. I wanted to get downstairs and eat breakfast so Karen would see that I was eating again. I showered as quickly as I could and when I was done toweling off I quickly tossed on some jeans and a pink blouse and headed downstairs, my hair still wet from the shower.
Karen was no where to be found. I searched the entire downstairs and finally decided she was probably still sleeping, even though it was now almost 10:00 A.M. The kitchen was completely empty, I wonder if cook gets Sundays off. I helped myself to a bagel and cream cheese, and though I was dying for a cup of coffee, Karen's coffee maker looked far to complicated to even attempt making a pot. I grabbed a glass of orange juice instead.
"Ugh Grace." Karen said as she entered the kitchen. "Where the hell is cook?"
"I don't know Kare, no one was around so I helped myself to some breakfast."
"I've been waiting all morning for my breakfast, he better have a good excuse! What are you eating Grace?"
"A bagel, I wanted to make some coffee, but that machine is pretty intimidating."
"Yeah, I don't know how to work anything in here. Grace, where would I find one of those bagels?"
"Ha, you don't know how to find a damn thing in here do you Karen? Sit down and I'll get you one."
I told Karen about my conversation with Leo, she was pretty surprised I had called him, especially after my meltdown last night.
"I have a whole new attitude Karen, it's amazing what a good nights sleep can do for your mental health. After breakfast I'm going to look for an apartment, so hopefully I won't be imposing on you much longer."
"Well, there's no rush honey; I'm going to need someone to cook for me after I fire cook so stick around and you can earn your keep!"
I talked Will into going apartment hunting with me and we spent the better part of Sunday afternoon scouring the city for a decent apartment. After four hours of unsuccessful searching I was tired and little cranky. Will wanted to look at a few more apartments, but I was just too tired. My energy was understandably low and I worried if we walked any further I'd never make it home.
We found Karen and Jack in the parlor playing strip poker. Karen was down to her slip and one shoe, and Jack was fully clothed.
"Karen, don't tell me Jack is actually winning." Will said as we entered the room.
"Oh, hi Wilma, no actually I'm winning, we're playing reverse strip poker. Yeah, since we both love to be naked we figured it would be more competitive if the winner had to remove their clothing."
"So how did you kids make out?"
"Well Karen, lets just say I hope you fired cook."
"Grace," Jack began. "You can't expect to find a cool place with Will as your guide. Come on, meet me tomorrow and I'll introduce you to my new lover, he's a realtor and he's gay. "
"Jack, you do realize if you lose this hand you're going to have to see Karen remove her slip." Will questioned.
"Aw grow up Wilma; we've seen each other naked before."
"Yeah Will, I love Karen's body, even though she has all those woman parts, I find her oddly appealing."
"Really Will, what kind of a gay man are you anyway? I'm a gay icon for crying out loud. You know, you should be worshiping these puppies!" Karen said as she grasped her breasts."
"Karen, just because the boys down at the Gay Gay Gay Gay club gave you a drag queen name it doesn't make you a gay icon."
"Oh Wilma what would you know about gay icons? They gays worship this body."
"Ok, can we change the subject?" I asked as I let out a long sigh. "I think we can all agree that Karen's boobs are loved by gays and straights alike. Now let's talk about food, I'm starving, what's for dinner."
"Hmm, shouldn't I be asking you that question Grace, I mean cook, I mean Grace. Oh forget it, you can't be cook, it's just going to get too confusing. Plus, once you get your appetite back I won't be able to afford to keep you around here."