My credit card has bought me so many pleasures lately. On Saturday it got a workout in George’s Street Arcade where I purchased an incredible corset and pencil skirt that I poured myself into (or rather Darren poured me into-he’s in the wrong business). Sunday saw me hand over the remainder of the loan I received from my Dad.
Today the ATM whizzed as it counted the notes. My hands began to shake. I knew what I was doing. I had made my decision. This is it. I walked down the street trying to hold my head up high, trying to battle the tickle in my tear ducts and the itch in my throat.
Buzz.
A phone call later I hear footsteps. I’m met with a mother’s hug. A woman who represented a family I grew to love as my own. I placed the package into her hand and smiled in an attempt to conceal the aching. “I’m doing ok”, I lied.
Today I purchased closure.
He does work well with ropes doesn’t he?
Hug!
*lurk*