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Is Not Worth a Maravedi
After Kim turned down Shego's offer to spend the day hanging out together the older woman left the apartment. "What was I doing," the pale woman asked herself. "No way Kim wants me around."
Kim put the breakfast dishes in the sink. "Why did I tell Shego I had errands to run today," she asked herself. Well, the answer of course was that she did. But none of them were important. Everything she planned could have been put off until tomorrow, or the day after, or next week. She was alone and stuck in California and her friends had all gone home to be with their families.
"It might have been fun to just go the mall or something with Shego," Kim thought. "Fun? With Shego? That's..." The party where Shego had Kim pretending to be a woman named Megan had been fun, in a twisted sort of way. Okay, being called at two in the morning to bring a naked Shego home had been a pain in the rear, but in a weird sort of way it was flattering that when she was in trouble Shego's first thought had been to call Kim for help. "And she sent me roses." The timing of the flowers stunk, but it was the first time anyone had sent her flowers. And she'd sent roses. They had to be expensive. And when she'd ordered Shego to bring shrimp lo mein Shego had... It was the best shrimp lo mein Kim could remember. She wondered where Shego had purchased it. Maybe if she and Shego had spent the day at the mall they could have stopped at the Chinese place and Kim might have found something else wonderful on the menu.
Reflecting on her missed opportunity left Kim in a sour mood. "She was probably just being polite 'cause I've helped her. When we first met out here she was really angry with me."
Kim decided, "I need something to cheer me up," and plopped down on the couch to scroll through the dating app. No one looked interesting. "I'm in a bad mood. Run errands. Buy some chocolate. Look at profiles again tonight."
As is always the case, one errand took three times longer than anticipated, but Kim had budgeted time for a disaster and was home in time to open her bag of tacos – from a place she had not tried before – and eat dinner while watching the news. After cleaning up from dinner – which meant throwing out the paper – she brewed a cup of tea, turned off the television and opened up the dating app and a very small box of chocolates. (She regarded the temptation of a large box of chocolates as extremely dangerous. Even a small box of chocolates were potentially hazardous, but Kim figured you only celebrated the end of a semester once every semester.)
"I'm not going to bed until I've texted four women," Kim promised herself.
An hour and a half, and close to two hundred profiles later, Kim had sent three texts, and one of them only because she had begun to feel desperate about meeting her goal of four. "I should call Shego and ask about her Chinese place... I'll even pay." Except, Kim reminded herself, she had sworn a great oath not to do anything – besides eating a couple chocolates – until she'd made four contacts. She briefly weighed her options. She could randomly message a stranger she wasn't interested in with the app. She could give up on finding the Chinese place. She could count Shego as number four. "Not that it wold be a date," Kim assured herself. "We don't really like each other," she reminded herself as the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Shego?"
"Pumpkin? Wassup?"
"Just calling to ask about your day."
"My day?"
"Well, you called in sick. How're you doing?"
"I was just exhausted. I got a nap. I'm fine. How'd the errands go?"
"Uh, great," Kim laughed nervously. "Cleared the deck, all ready for... You said something about hanging out, going to a mall or something? I was... Any chance for tomorrow?"
"Some of us are not on semester break. We have something called jobs."
"Saturday?"
"After calling in sick they want me to make the day up. Some kind of important test... You said I owed you one for the Megan act. Are you trying to get it out of the way early? You got a hot date coming up?"
"No. Okay, I do have an ulterior motive. That shrimp lo mein? To die for. You take me there and I'll pay. I want to find out where it is."
"I could just tell you."
"But you know the place. You could make recommendations."
"You trust anything I recommend?"
"I might trust you at a restaurant."
"Like dim sum? Ever eaten a duck foot?"
"No. No to the duck foot. Dim sum is okay."
"My place does a great dim sum brunch on the weekend. If you don't have a date."
"Why do you keep saying date?"
"'Cause one of your errands was going to be mastering the app – remember? And I told you to send out a couple texts. Did you follow directions? You seem like a woman who always follows orders."
Kim laughed.
"What's funny?"
"Dad's orders to me, don't go out with guys."
"And you haven't told him yet?"
"No."
"He may not find it funny. So, back to the app. How many?"
"Three."
"That's all?"
"It's a start. I'm picky. I called you. You should feel flattered."
Shego hesitated, "Absolutely." "I do." She needed to eliminate any potential competition.
