Farrah Part 4

Chapter 5. Book V ~ Edition II

One Sunday in June of 1996, we bought Chinese for lunch, and as I entered the kitchen with the bags, Farrah walked across the living room towards Sissy’s old bedroom. Her voice entered the kitchen. “You’re lucky you can afford to live in this place without a roommate.”

I pulled the cartons of food from the bag, setting them on the table. “More than you know, getting the Super Speedy Delivery gig after Sissy moved out was a stroke of luck.” I stopped a moment. “Although, I’m not sure if luck is the right word, locked into hell tighter with higher pay might be more appropriate.”

Placing an empty eggroll container in the trash and shifting a quick look into the living room revealed her gazing into the half-empty spare room. “What are you going to do with this room?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t decided whether I want another roommate or if I should make the room an office.”

She appeared in the door of the small kitchen, wearing a sly look. “You know my apartment sucks.”

“So does this one.”