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Paid in Full

A hateful and spiteful woman has to find a way to pay her debts

I hate them all. They always come and stand there talking to each other more than they do any work. Then they come over and stare at my chest.

“Hi,” I said, greeting the lawn and pool men at the gate.

“The usual Ms. Simpson?” Charles asked.

“Yes,” I say as they all went into the backyard.

‘Fucking apes, all of them,’ I thought as I looked at them through my second-story window.

My phone rings, and it’s Kelly, my sister.

“Hi,” I answer.

“Just calling to check on you, how are you holding up?” Kelly asks.

“You don’t have to call all the time,” I sighed. “He left me; he didn’t hurt me.”

“Okay, I am here if you need me,” Kelly said.

“I need you to come and babysit these criminals,” I said as I looked at the workers.

“They are people, not criminals,” Kelly said.

“Of course, you would say that, you see the good in everyone,” I said.

“Claire, they haven’t done anything to you, so until they do, be kind,” Kelly pleaded. “For me?”