in a glade, some miles away, just inside the State park, Ellen and several other robed individuals, had closed the circle. The ceremony, only a few moments, if that, concluded, it was as if the agenda was forgotten. "Where to?" They pulled off their robes, pitched them in their respective vehicles, and headed to a local bar/eatery, a place noted for serving the best boli around...well, at this time of night. Yeah, the music was red-necky, but some of the group had to be up early - for work.
Namely, Ellen. She had been told, the week prior, about her attendance record. And she couldn't afford to lose her job - atleast not yet, not until ... then she could that old ni*er woman to shove it.
Anyway, around the time the ambulance had reached, Mercy General, Ellen was glowering over an assignment having been returned to her, for "some revisions" - a.k.a., common spelling and punctuation. The stupid thing had to be out by c.o.b. - to-day. Ellen muttered a few choice words, and got on it. She glanced at her screen clock - it was getting towards four.
"Preacher, did ah hear you right?" The old black woman's, usually soft, voice rather jarred from her office. "Poor dear...Peg and I were in the same homeroom, back in middle school."
Ellen mouthed several mocking noises - such not generally known outside the circle. While Clare, Jeff, and probably the others, basically took church people with a grain of salt - as a matter of fact, Lyn sang in the choir over at the church her mom was attending. What. a. putz - her mom was; like a good little sheep, vacking the floor, dusting off the pastor's desk. Bbbaaahhhh - ugh!
Ellen's derision toward, Viv, her mother, had some recent history. It just torqued Ellen off, bigtime, how her mom had money to toss into the collection plate, but couldn't - NO! Wouldn't - spare Ellen a measly $300. Still fumed her, having had to take the bus.
Leaving the office, Ellen texted a partner. Meet me in front of..."Watch th f* where yer goin, brat!" She barked at a little girl, who had been running toward a waiting school bus. "Sorry!" The child called out, nearly colliding with a delivery man. "Woah, kid, you'll get yerself hurt," he chided good naturedly, while bending over to pick up a package that slipped off the dolly.
Ellen was, to say the least, concerned. She needed atleast $800. The rent was late, and the place charged significantly extra for late payments. Needless to say, dear reader, there were plenty of nice enough apartments that were hundreds less expensive. But no, that wouldn't do.
On the way to meet her partner, Ellen had some time to spare. Not far from the food-court table where she was sitting, she caught sight of a display kiosk. Oh wow! Ellen went over for a closer look. Not a moment later, she pulled out from her purse, a credit card.
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