Muse stood
on my front lawn in her tiny reflective-dot bikini. She was smiling up at me, like a sunflower
turned toward the bright sunlight. “Hey,
MOV, are you following me on Twitter?”
“Muse, I
can’t keep up. Are you saying you’re on
Twitter now?”
“Yeah! So Delta called back after my lawyer talked
to them, and now they are offering me my job back!” She grinned wide, exposing teeth so perfect
they looked alarmingly denture-like.
“That’s
great, Muse! I’m happy for you. When do you go back?”
“Oh, I
turned them down. They wouldn’t let me
be based in Atlanta again.” Here she
paused and adjusted her bikini top.
“Sorry! I lost a lot of weight
with all this biking! My clothes are
just—”
“Muse,
wait. Where did they want you to be
based?”
“Oh, yeah,
that. Well, they offered me Salt Lake
City, but I told them no. I do not want
to have to move to a foreign country.”
She shrugged, then starting flicking at imaginary lint on her
swimsuit. “So, for now, I have a lot of
time to do the biking thing.”
“Salt Lake
City is not a foreign—”
“Gah, are
you still talking about that? You gotta
check my tweets. Then you would be up to
date.” Muse got a mirrored compact out
(not sure where she’d hidden it) and examined her eyebrows.
“I talked to
Oakley, she told me all about what happened …”
“Can we not
talk about her?” she asked, snapping her compact shut. “I mean, one little charge one her Visa and—”
“I thought
it was American Express?”
“Yeah,
whatever, quit interrupting! And if you
were on Twitter you would already know all this. So anyway, like I was saying, one purchase at
the Ferrari dealership, and she’s all Ohmygod, the world is gonna end! You are ruining my credit! Muse, why did you buy a Ferrari?”
“Muse, why
did you buy a Ferrari?”
She looked
intently at me. “You really are sisters,
huh? You are totally channeling Oakley
right now. That was a very good
impression.”
“So what is
your new plan, Muse? Where do you go
from here?”
“I don’t
know. My plans are up in the air right
now.”
I was
regretting the day I let Muse into my life.
But even more I was regretting that I didn’t have a Twitter
account.
MOV
MOV, you know I love Muse as much as the next person, but... don't you think she's a little... *ahem* flaky? I'm just saying, this might, um, you know, be one of those great ideas she has that YOU end up doing instead? But hey, as long as you know what you're getting yourself into!
ReplyDeleteoooh, Haley, you are right! that Muse is turning out to be very manipulative sometimes! I AM doing all the work lately with my writing, and she is just drinking margaritas.
DeleteMOV, that MUSE is a fine girl. Keep feeding her vitamins and she'll keep using your credit cards. That must be a lot of fun, and expensive. ":)
ReplyDeletewe had to cut her off from the black amex.
DeleteI smell trouble...
ReplyDeleteThat muse of yours is a full time job! She may think she's the boss, but I hope SHE gets YOUR coffee!
ReplyDeletewell...........
DeleteI'm pretty sure Muse was married to my oldest son, there is just something so familiar about her....
ReplyDeleteha! did your oldest son finally wise up?
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