The Love Of Money - Episode 79
27-07-25 (16:28)
"I hope she knows how it feels." I retorted. "I got the
whole story from my lawyer."
"Hey.."
"No. Don't worry about it. We hashed that out on the
phone already. She'll be fine."
Emily nodded and fell silent as she stared at me, and I
simply looked back. Before it got too awkward, I
decided to move things along, "How's dad handling it
all?"
"Well. He says he trusts you know what you're doing,
but that if you need to talk, you know how to find him.
He also said 'Tag. You're it"
"Yeah.. We keep missing each other. I should probably
talk to him, seeing as this is all because of who my
biological father is."
"I don't think that's bothering him too much," Emily said.
"He knows who your actual dad is." She pressed on.
"He told me Richie is excited, and he won't shut up
about expecting something amazing for Christmas this
year."
That scanned. Richie was our precocious, seventeen-
year-old brother and had the most potential among the
kids. He was smart, charismatic, and athletic. He played
baseball and basketball for his high school and was on
track to get into Rhode Island on an athletic scholarship,
where' he planned to study biochemistry. With a little
over a decade between us, we didn't have as strong a
relationship as Emily and I shared, but he was a good
kid, and I was proud of him.
I laughed and said, "I'll make sure it happens."
"In that case, I expect it too," Emily needled, but then
quickly changed the subject. She already felt indebted
to me, and it was always a sensitive subject for her.
"Jacob however..
Ah, Jacob... the black sheep of the family. The guy who
had a bus- load of ambition, but almost none of the
drive to make it happen. The guy who made me look
like I had the business acumen of a Rockefeller. He was
already married and had a kid, but couldn't seem to
hold a job for more than six months.
"What about Jacob?"
"I haven't talked to him, but Hillary says she's worried
about him. She suspects he's not going to work
anymore and says he's been more moody than usual...
especially after he found out about your new situation."
"Fuck... really? I thought he liked that job," I said.
"He did for about a month, but that's the way it goes
with him."
"He's called me a couple of times, but I haven't
bothered calling him back. I know he's just going to ask
me for money. I've been called, texted, and emailed by
most of the family, and that's what most of them have
at least hinted at."
She immediately held up her hands. "Hey. That's not
me. Prospects are improving. I have an audition
tomorrow.
"Em, that's amazing! What role?"
"Elphaba."
"Damn! A shot at one of your favorites!"
The corners of her mouth crept up into a pleased smile
and she held up crossed fingers.
"Good luck!"
"Thanks," she said and looked around the dump she
briefly called home. "I'm lucky I caught you before you
left. Where are you living now?
A thought hit me. If there was anyone in my family I
wanted to show my house to first, it was Emily. "You
want to come with me and check it out? I bought it
today."
Emily shrugged and feigned mild disinterest. "I mean,
maybe. Is it impressive?"
"It has a garden on the roof," I said.
The mock indifference dropped as her eyes widened,
"Oh shit! I'm in!
"Cool. Let's go." The pair of us exited the apartment
where' we'd both lived for part of our lives, and I shut
the door behind us, not bothering to lock it. I gave the
wood panel one final look and felt a small twisting in
my stomach at the thought that this would be the last
time I left this place. I'd done a lot of growing here, and
there was something a little painful about leaving this
part of my past permanently behind.
Emily started down the hall, her steps quiet, but I
hesitated and stared at Phoebe's door. I gave a silent
prayer to whoever was out there that Jim would show
her a good time on their anniversary weekend, and
that he would turn around and be the husband Phoebe
and Nate wanted and needed.
I had my doubts.
"Happy Anniversary, Phoebe," I whispered and followed
Emily down the hall.
To Be Continued....
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