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‘Deb, don’t be silly. It’s a five-bedroom house, and there’s only two of us here.’
‘I guess.’ She sighed. ‘Naomi, it’s not even the Daniel thing that’s getting me down. I’m so ugly. Look at me. Older men seem to be all I can get.’
‘No, Deb. You know that’s not true, and you’re far from ugly. We’ve had this conversation hundreds of times. Look at how silky your hair is, and look at your naturally big breasts. Come on. People pay thousands to have features like that.’
She blushed and gave me a smile. ‘Yeah, I guess. Thanks, chicka.’
‘Cheer up, buttercup. I need my sassy and confident Deb back. Stop being so hard on yourself. Life’s too short.’ I did her signature move and pinched her left cheek.
She smiled for a brief second, and then her face fell again. ‘Is it all my fault that we both lost our jobs?’
‘Oh … Deb … do we have to talk about this right now?’ I looked over at my paperwork waiting for me on the nightstand and sighed.
‘Yes. Yes, we do.’ There was an eagerness in her voice.
‘Look, you like older men, and that’s okay, but you needed to think about his wife and the consequences of sleeping with a married man. He had no choice but to fire you. What did you think would happen?’ I raised my brow and knotted my hands in my lap.
‘I didn’t think I’d get fired – that’s for sure.’ She looked at the floor with sadness in her eyes. ‘I hate to admit this, but I thought maybe he’d keep screwing me, and we could do it in hotels when his wife came back. Oh, did I end up telling you why his nipples are so big? He uses a nipple pump; he thinks it makes them more tingly. Every time I sucked on them, he got the biggest hard-on.’ Her voice was unnervingly passionate.
Before I could answer and process the image, she started speaking again.
‘He called me today and told me his wife wants a divorce.’
My stomach dropped as I thought about how his poor wife must be feeling. She’d be destroyed.
‘Deb, that’s to be expected. He cheated on her. With you.’ I noticed my voice was stern and hoped it wouldn’t ignite another fight.
She put her hands over her face. ‘I know, I know. It was fun at the time, and the sex was great, and you should’ve seen his dick.’ She spread her pointer fingers to demonstrate the size of it. ‘Don’t worry. I hate him now.’
I couldn’t feel any more uncomfortable at her demonstration as I was reminded of his hard nipples, the bulge in his pants, and loud sniff in my ear.
‘My life is fucked. I’m so over everything. I can’t believe you’ve got a full-time job, and I’m jobless. It’s not even fair.’ Deb looked down at the floor and sighed in frustration. ‘Do I have bad luck or something? I’m supposed to be the successful one, remember? My dad’s right. I should own my own home by now.’
‘Deb, that is highly unrealistic. You would have to be on at least one hundred grand a year to be able to pay off a mortgage, and, no, of course not – you make your own luck and you can change this situation. Why don’t you apply for places tomorrow? I can come with you.’ I turned to her with a hopeful smile.
‘I’m capable of looking for work on my own.’ Her eyes flickered with annoyance.
‘Well, I hope you feel better soon, and let me know if I can help you in any way.’ I patted her on the shoulder.
She pulled away from me. ‘Nothing feels better than sex and booze.’
‘Yes, you say this a lot.’
‘Shut up, Naomi. What’s your suggestion to numb the pain?’ She turned to me, her ebony eyes questioning me.
‘Look, it’s hard to offer advice when you blow up. I feel pain too, and I’m no saint. I’ve spent thousands of dollars on makeup, so that’s my way of numbing the pain, but it never lasts. I don’t think anything really gets rid of the pain altogether; the pain is always there, and you get so used to it. It becomes a part of you, and you slowly forget how painful it is because something else painful will happen to distract you from the previous pain.’
Deb’s face changed to a look of shock, and she swallowed hard. ‘Shit, I never thought of it like that, and you’re right. You’ve just lost your dad, and I’m talking about my problems constantly. I’m sorry, chick.’
‘I don’t want to fight anymore, Deb. I hate it.’ I put my hand out for her to grab and felt her small hand slot into mine.
She nodded in remorse. ‘I love you, chicka.’ She wrapped her arms around me and rested her cheek on my shoulder.
Our moment was interrupted by blasting Indie music and Victor’s off-key singing as he appeared at my bedroom door, Bluetooth speaker in hand. He didn’t know a word of the song, and me and Deb both started giggling to the point of tears at his terrible attempt at singing along. It was a relief to be laughing with Deb again.
‘Hey, where my party girls at?’ he said in his lilting French accent while waving his other hand in the air.
Deb sighed as her laughter trailed off. ‘I just told Naomi about Daniel getting a divorce.’
