Chapter 1 El Tango de RoxieWhat's up?
Since I couldn't stop you from have Beatrice (that sounds so old fashioned...I hope she has a nickname), I'm just gonna congratulate you. Welcome to the world of diapers, not enough sleep, and saving money for college tuition. Although, knowing you, I doubt money's gonna be a problem.
As for me, well, you could say this week was pretty exciting. Hal came back to watch my performances outside the theatre again.
He gave me lots of tips I wonder if that means he has a lot of money too. He is a cop they make a lot, right? Unfortunately some other people have been checking me out too.
Who is this guy? Is he looking at my behind? I'd sock it to him, but he also gave me a good amount of tips so I can't complain much.
Oh, and in hilarious news, Shirley's got the hots for this doctor dude. I had to get a picture of them pillow fighting.
I got a small chance to get to know the guy. Jebidiah Wilson...wow, that name sounds so old. What kind of parents do you have to have to get a name like that? He's pretty darn old too. Not gonna lie, this guy's hair could go any minute. At least he looks
somewhat hot. For a doctor.
But she violated the 'privacy rule'. Again. We agreed to this: I don't go on her side. She doesn't go on mine. And to make things worse, she thinks she can just come up to my side and wash my dishes just to rub it in how perfect she is. I was gonna get to those dishes...eventually.
So I left. I called up Hal, see if I could stay the night.
And while I was there, I thought I would have a little fun...
You think Shirley could get that with her doctor friend? I don't think so. I'm betting they don't really talk much about anything that isn't work. Maybe they can look at the sky once in a while and talk about how beautiful it is at night.
Do doctors have time to look up there? I think so. But I guess I wouldn't really know. Anyway, I'll leave you to your kid and your new husband (by the way, I think that Jeb looks a lot like your Luigi fellow. Does he have a brother named Mario? LOL!) As for me, I'll have my fun with Hal without all the hassles of children. Just really handsome eyecandy and a few woohoos in between work.
See ya soon -
Roxie
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Dear Erika,
Roxie left. Okay, not permanently. I actually tried to call Roxie all day after she just stormed out, but of course, straight to voicemail. I just wanted to help her out! I could smell her unclean dishes from my side of the house! I thought she'd appreciate the help too. But then again, nothing I do is ever good enough for her.
It's sad. I was just having a nice day too.
Dr. Wilson he wants me to just call him Jebidiah! Isn't that awesome? - came to visit me today and try my special Autumn Salad. Okay, you know I'm not too good at cooking or anything, but he looked at it like a patient eyes ...well, anything that isn't hospital food, basically. We mainly talked about work, since we both want to become World Renowned Surgeons,
I'm sure all the talk of the newest medical technology and the latest ruptured spleen story will surely blossom into something, more, right? I mean, we're not getting younger, and he's quite older than me, and I'm not sure if he's willing to marry some bed pan cleaner with barely any money in the bank and an irritated older sister who does who knows what...
jiejie, I don't know what I'm going to do. At least I got him to sleep over before we went to work, since he was pretty tired to go back to his house, and then we woke up to eat leftover Autumn Salad.
After we went to work, I basically did the same thing studied logic techniques to help with those quick thinking skills needed to make decisions in the hospital, went home, did those dishes, Roxie left...you know.
The next day, I went to work again I finally got promoted to working as a Paramedic.
Just a few minutes ago, Roxie finally came back home. She kept throwing up for some reason (I could unfortunately hear it on my side) ...did she eat something weird when she was out?
I'm glad that runaway thing is over. But it's not like we're gonna talk about it, so it's not like I'll ever figure out what happened...maybe you could tell me? I know that she trusts you. It's not like she could hack your email and find out, so...or could she? I know I shouldn't be so nosy, but I don't want her to be super sick and see her end up in the hospital...Agh! I'm gonna just go to sleep. I'm sure it's nothing.
- Shirley
P.S. I complained this entire email! I forgot to say congrats! I'm so sorry. I'm sure she'll be a beautiful girl. A painter though...well, I hope she makes enough money to pay the bills.