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09 | tears

Deirdre

I needed a job whether I wanted one or not, how would I be able to pay for the bills without one anyways?
I grabbed my keys and locked the door, the winter breeze hitting my red face. There was a week until Christmas, and I didn't look forward to it as much as I usually would.

Steve left an hour ago for his day shift, he told me he'd meet up with me for dinner. I just hoped that he'd remember.

It was a hot summer day, the sun beat down on my neck and there wasn't a sign of a cloud in the ocean blue sky.
I didn't know what I'd do for the rest of the day, considering it was too hot to do much other then swim at the Y.

The gate to the backyard clicked open then slammed shut, I turned around to see Steve walking over to me, he wasn't wearing a shirt, only black jeans with a few holes in them.

"Hey darling." He winked at me, wrapping his arm around my burnt shoulder. "You feeling hot?"
"It's one hundred degrees, Steve." I rolled my eyes. "What do you think?"
"Sorry, sorry." He chuckled at me, planting a kiss on my head. I always loved it when he did that, it made me feel like I was the only girl he'd ever want.

"I was thinking, you wanna go out for dinner later?" He asked, sitting on the grass next to my lawn chair.
"Of course." I smiled down at him, he sent a smile back at me.

I looked through my closet for something exquisite to wear for our date, but all I had was a rosy red dress that went down to my knees. It'd have to do.
I brushed out my straight, long hair which was a little curlier today since I had kept it in braids for a long time.

I grabbed some mascara and brushed it onto my eyelashes, I felt pretty, and I loved that feeling. I just couldn't wait to see Steve...

But he never showed up like he said he would.

Later on, I heard he had gone to a party at Buck's and got crazy drunk.

I couldn't trust him
I couldn't trust him, so I didn't know whether or not to get my hopes up too high.
I decided I wouldn't count on him going through with going for dinner, so I drive in silence to work, Elvis playing in the background.

I stopped in front of a post office, it was a long shot but I could still try and apply. Shoot, maybe I could even get the job as well.
I clicked my seatbelt off and climbed out of the car, brushing my legs off like there were dust on them.
I walked through the doors cooly, stuffing my hands into my pockets. My legs took me into the managers office, I knocked once, then twice until the door clicked open.

"You must be Deirdre. Please, come in." The lady smiled sweetly, a sign on her desk read Mrs. Dustin, so I assumed that was her name.
"Hello, Mrs. Dustin." I stated politely, keeping my eyes at the picture behind her.
"Please, call me Lady Martha." She said, placing her hands in her lap. She looked at me with a kind, older lady expression which eased my nerves.
"Sorry, Lady Martha." I said.
"Much more like it." She snapped her fingers and chuckled. A smile rubbed at the corners of my lips, I could get used to this.

"Okay, why do you want this job?" She asked, her dark eyes flowing from the beaming sunlight seeping in through the window sills.
"I need to pay my bills." I say clearly, clearing my throat.
"Hm." She nodded, scribbling something down on the paper that clung onto the clipboard. "Why this jib out of all jobs?"

I thought about this for a second, why would I choose this job anyways? I didn't even know, so I lied. "I liked making people satisfied when they get their mail."

She smiled at me, showing her yellowish teeth. She wore some kind of gray uniform that clung tightly onto her. "Do you have any experience?" She looked at me from her clipboard.
I shook my head.
"Okay, I'll be right with you in a minute." She nodded at me and smiled, and she strutted off.