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“We were just getting acquainted,” Marija whispered. Her smile was so bubbly that I half expected a little plastic wand to be sticking out of her ass.
“Great, but let’s take it over to the benches,” Esperanza huffed. For the next hour I sat at the table reading, while they went over financial records, home inspection certificates, and her documentation concerning all the required parenting courses. Keep in mind these were the same idiots that taught the Petersons to be parents, so I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
“Everything seems to be okay, Miss. Saskia.”
“Yeah…seems,” I whispered. I remembered Marija’s strange declaration concerning my hand. Anyone could have guessed that a foster kid got around. Esperanza fiery brown eyes practically spelled out Cierra La Boca in bold font. I quickly zipped it, before any other messages were telecast across her face.
“In fact, I don’t see why we can’t start the trial period today,” she smiled.
“What?” I shouted in disbelief. However, my alarm was not registered by either of them.
“That sounds wonderful!” Marija chirped.
“What about my stuff?”
“I put your bag in the trunk this morning. He sleeps like the dead,” she laughed, imitating a corpse. Marija gestured towards Esperanza’s keys and off she went to the car.
“Are you crazy? She’s a Count Chocula wanna-be,” I whispered, as soon as Marjia was out of earshot.
“I thought you liked vampires, caramelo?” Esperanza laughed, nudging me.
“Those are comic books. This is serious!”
“Si, this is serious. You need to learn to give people chances, too!” I stared down at my shoes, wondering how the world was going to kick my ass this time.
“Eye’s up, caramelo, or you might miss something wonderful,” she said, gently tilting my chin. Just then, Marija bounded up to us wearing her alien eyes and egg-shaped helmet.
“Doubt it,” I mumbled. Esperanza leaned in for a hug and I whispered, “Please don’t lose any more weight! Jenny Craig and the Barrio don’t mix.” She laughed hysterically, as she pulled me into her toothpick frame. I didn’t know if she was laughing at my imitation of her, or my inability to roll my tongue, but I was just happy for a parting gift.
Marija led me over to her giant Easter egg and situated me on the back. It can’t get any gayer than this. I thought, as she wrapped a pink disco helmet around my head. The whole ride I just kept staring down at my palm trying to figure what the hell she was going on about before. She caught me staring at it, as we waited for a draw bridge to close.
“So, do I need to fix it or something?”
“Fix what?” she asked.
“My broke-ass Life Line.”
“Now, who said that it was a bad thing,” she laughed, as the red and white barricade lifted up.
Moon in Scorpio
We pulled up to a three story building sandwiched in between The Intracoastal and a French bakery. The gigantic loaf of erect pumpernickel bread on the bakery’s sign almost made it too easy to be eleven.
“Where are we?” I asked, hopping down.
“Home,” she whispered, unhooking my bag. Hidden partially by their neighbor’s sign was a bright rainbow banner that read The Psychic Continuum. I instantly wanted to retract my earlier statement concerning the helmet.
“You live here?”
“Yes, my sister, Valeska, and I own the store and the apartments above it. Our employees live above us,” she replied in her chunky Baltic-stew accent. The inside was a cross between yard sale vomit and Renaissance Festival diarrhea. The walls were covered in purple veils, and the air was alive with swirls of incense that smelled remarkably like ass.
“There’s our little Pisces,” a mousy brunette screamed.
“You practically embody the ocean,” she giggled, gathering me up into a hug.
“I can’t swim,” I mumbled.
“Neither can I,” she replied, playfully mimicking my tone.
“This is Raven, our resident astrologer and psychic. She’s been working on your chart all morning,” Marija laughed, joining our group hug. I wiggled free and took a few breaths, before bumping into what was either a person or a portable brick wall.
“What is all this noise about?” A voice boomed behind me. I turned to see a woman dressed in black with whiteout-colored skin and rabbit teeth.
“Valeska! This is Ezekiel,” Marija cooed. Then, she clapped her hands and flew into the other woman’s arms
“Welcome to our home,” Valeska growled, allowing her sister to gently tuck her licorice black bangs behind her ears. She eyed me over once, before dismissing her sibling with loud kiss on the forehead.
“Where is Char?” she yelled.
“She said she had to go run a few errands, but she’ll be back before dinner,” Raven replied, jumping into a rolly chair. She spun around a few times allowing the beaded feathers in her hair to capture a few moments of airtime.
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