Although I was a bit uncomfortable with A and Vince reconnecting
in the apartment, I’m glad that Vince is getting to speak with other people
other than myself and all the coworkers I have. I knew that neither one of them
would break the confidences that I have in each of them but still felt weird
having them together.
I decided to go back to the PD to clean my messy office. I go
through all the papers that I’ve had laying around and in my desk that I’ve had
for several years. After deciding that the papers weren’t important enough to
keep, I shred the pile; it took about an hour and a half! I got rid of the
yearly calendars that I had as well as candy wrappers, Styrofoam cups and dead
plants.
By the time, I had sorted out on what to keep; I had a 5 gallon
garbage can filled to be tossed in the dumpster. I dusted the desk,
computer and printer; taking off several inches of dust off the top of the
printer.
“Hey, Deppgrl!” Al said as he was walking past.
“Hey, Al. Just doing some cleaning,” I said.
“I haven’t seen you clean in a few years. What’s up? Not like I
mind the clean area and desk or anything…...” Al said.
“My ex fiancée is apparently friends with my husband and they’re
both in the apartment. Let’s just say that I’m a bit uncomfortable so I came
here. Once I got here, I figured that I might as well clean,” I said.
Al nodded his head and just went on his way. He was good like
that; not prying into someone’s life. I left and headed back to the apartment.
Once inside, A was gone and Vince was in the office on the computer.
I went over and let him know I was home. After kissing him, I went
into the kitchen and drank half a gallon of orange juice; something that I normally
wouldn’t do since I don’t like the stuff.
All of a sudden I started having the WORST stomach cramps of all
times. It was worse than any stomach bug I’d ever had.
“Babe?” I screamed. “Call me an ambulance. I need to get to the
ER!”
Vince came rushing in as he was calling the local emergency squad.
He was as white as a ghost.
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