It wasn’t because she was lazy, that’s what she was trying to explain to Olivia. The cat litter fight was coming again, turds rolled in gravely pieces of dusty chalk and the goddamn cat on the window sill watching the argument escalate.
“What if I’m pregnant?”
“Oh cut out the pregnant shit, what if I am?”
“You don’t even fuck.”
Gayle wasn’t entirely sure if she meant her last outburst. She had never seen Olivia bring any men over, except her own brother—who she was certain was mentally ill, perhaps bi-polar. They had played an online poker game until after 2:00 a.m. and it was Adam who had complained the next morning of the smell coming from the cat box. Still, she was pretty certain that Olivia didn’t have a sex partner—let alone any chance that she could be pregnant—which brought her to where they were right now, and she didn’t want to take any chances of losing this imaginary baby by changing the litter.
“It’s your cat.” Olivia pointed at Ginger who was at this point licking her right paw looking bored with the situation.
“Who paid the deposit?” Gayle crossed her arms, looking smug.
“I only paid it because you said you were waiting for your kicker. Which by the way I saw an envelope in the trash a week ago.”
“What if I’m pregnant?”
“Oh cut out the pregnant shit, what if I am?”
“You don’t even fuck.”
Gayle wasn’t entirely sure if she meant her last outburst. She had never seen Olivia bring any men over, except her own brother—who she was certain was mentally ill, perhaps bi-polar. They had played an online poker game until after 2:00 a.m. and it was Adam who had complained the next morning of the smell coming from the cat box. Still, she was pretty certain that Olivia didn’t have a sex partner—let alone any chance that she could be pregnant—which brought her to where they were right now, and she didn’t want to take any chances of losing this imaginary baby by changing the litter.
“It’s your cat.” Olivia pointed at Ginger who was at this point licking her right paw looking bored with the situation.
“Who paid the deposit?” Gayle crossed her arms, looking smug.
“I only paid it because you said you were waiting for your kicker. Which by the way I saw an envelope in the trash a week ago.”
No comments:
Post a Comment