Max entered the bustling Jam Pony. Most greeted her warmly with smiles and
friendly waves. After all it had been a very long time since their darling
spitfire had been at the post office. Normal spat out to her from behind
the counter, "Well, well, well. So you think you work here now do you?"
Cindy, with a hand on her hip and a well deserved eye roll, "Foo. Just let the girl get back to her damn job and don't raise such a stink."
Normal waved a finger and shook his head vigorously as he walked in front of the duo, "No no no no no no. I don't think so princess. I'm sure that you have a great excuse about where the hell you've been?"
Max took a breath, remembering what the old Max would do in a situation like this. "I got me a heart transplant."
"Oh is that so? Well missy miss. Doctors note? Insurance bill? Anything to verify? Come on now. bip bip bip!"
Max simply pulled down her tank top shirt just enough to show the ugly scar that lay on her breastbone.
Normal held a tongue in cheek expression before finally saying, "Fine. Here, hot run."
"Max!" Sketchy came running up to his friend. He bumped fists with the girl as Herbal followed suit.
"My sistah, where have you been? I hear you got epilepsy or some-sing like dat." Herbal gave her a friendly wink.
Max managed a meek smile, "Something like that. Thanks for covering for me a few weeks ago. I appreciate it."
"Heey, no problem! As I always say, it's all good, all da time." Herbal grabbed a package that was sitting on Normals counter and exited the building.
Sketchy did the same thing after exchanging a few more words with Max.
Finally the horrible moment was over and she could get back to what she was doing. Although it was the end of summer, and fall was still a little warmer than it should be, Max still wore her black stretch pants and leather jacket. Her bike gloves clung to her fingers revealing only the ends of one or two scars that easily passed as perhaps a cat scratch or something of that nature.
She clutched the parcel and headed back out the door without uttering a word.
Cindy, with a hand on her hip and a well deserved eye roll, "Foo. Just let the girl get back to her damn job and don't raise such a stink."
Normal waved a finger and shook his head vigorously as he walked in front of the duo, "No no no no no no. I don't think so princess. I'm sure that you have a great excuse about where the hell you've been?"
Max took a breath, remembering what the old Max would do in a situation like this. "I got me a heart transplant."
"Oh is that so? Well missy miss. Doctors note? Insurance bill? Anything to verify? Come on now. bip bip bip!"
Max simply pulled down her tank top shirt just enough to show the ugly scar that lay on her breastbone.
Normal held a tongue in cheek expression before finally saying, "Fine. Here, hot run."
"Max!" Sketchy came running up to his friend. He bumped fists with the girl as Herbal followed suit.
"My sistah, where have you been? I hear you got epilepsy or some-sing like dat." Herbal gave her a friendly wink.
Max managed a meek smile, "Something like that. Thanks for covering for me a few weeks ago. I appreciate it."
"Heey, no problem! As I always say, it's all good, all da time." Herbal grabbed a package that was sitting on Normals counter and exited the building.
Sketchy did the same thing after exchanging a few more words with Max.
Finally the horrible moment was over and she could get back to what she was doing. Although it was the end of summer, and fall was still a little warmer than it should be, Max still wore her black stretch pants and leather jacket. Her bike gloves clung to her fingers revealing only the ends of one or two scars that easily passed as perhaps a cat scratch or something of that nature.
She clutched the parcel and headed back out the door without uttering a word.
