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    My Life – chapter four

    Story written on August 12, 2012 by LadyM4A.
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    “Alright let’s do this!”

     

     

    Angie got off the phone with Jodi and they both started to unload the pieces of the sign into the Art department’s storage area at the back of the university.

     

    Angie whispered under her breath. “Will you stop fucking shaking? Jesus Christ we’re almost done, calm down will you!” she warned.

     

    “I’m sorry, okay? I just…” Ivy nervously stuttered. “I forget that we have this makeup on… I’m scared Auntie Bette might recognize us.” Angie closed her eyes tightly and turned around to walk back to the van to gather the rest of the pieces of the sign. Just a few more pieces and we’re done. When she walked out she found a familiar woman pulling pieces out of their van.

     

    Mrs. Lane? What the hell was Joss’ Mom doing here? Shit! Shit! Shit! She quickly turned and walked in the opposite direction. Wait! I’m not Angie I’m a fucking dude right now! She turned back around and walked back to the van. She coughed loudly like she had choked on something but really it was all the anxiety.

     

    “Are you okay, sir?” Jodie dropped the ‘!’ letter sign and walked towards the man who was holding his chest.

     

    Angie nodded her head and prepared her best ‘man voice.’ “I’m fine Miss. I’m just delivering some goods. I might ask you… Can I help you? That’s our van.”

     

    Jodie smiled and picked up the sign again. “Actually you’re delivering this to me, I’m Angelica’s client.”

     

    Angie panicked. So this Jodie Lerner was in fact the same Jodie Lane, her ex-girlfriend’s mother? What the hell? Joss lied about a lot of things but her last name too? She couldn’t believe she didn’t recognize her voice, or the fact that she couldn’t put two and two together.  They had met only a few times so the two of them wouldn’t be familiar really with the each other’s voices. What she did know about Jodie was that she was in Art, just not an artist.  If Jodie is here obviously teaching by the looks of it, does that mean Joss is here too? Great! Just fucking great that’s exactly what I need, really, that bitch to come around my turf and stomp all over me again.

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    3. Great update. Hope you can really use the recipe and it was my pleasure. I’m really proud of Angie and what she has done by helping others in need, we need a lot more of that in this world. She has almost redeemed herself in my eyes. Oh, Angie honey, why do you keep dropping bombs on your parents and running off. You must know that they are not going to sleep before they get the story out of you so you may as well spill the beans in their entirety. Angie must tell them about everything especially including her life with jodi’s daughter. Well, it seems that jodi’s daughter is as much a heartless bitch as her mother, and “the fruit does not fall far from the tree” in this case. Poor Ivy, I fear for her sanity following Angie as her chief partner in crime, I just think the poor girl will have a heart attack or something. Ivy is really Alices’ daughter going along to help one of their family and then wanting to chicken out at the last minute or panicking when something is about to go wrong. Actually Ivy sounds more like Dana’s child than Tausha. Great story.

    7. Thanks for the update. I agree with Dainty about Angie. Its amazing that we change so much as adults when we jump into the pot of propaganda that our society feeds us. Then it takes us quite a while to see the lies for what they are and find a way to get back to our own truths. Great writing. You can do this Angie…

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