Last time with Helene Troy: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/01/26/seether/
Helene ended her cell phone call with the landlord standing outside her favorite Bodega. The landlord dictated terms for keeping the apartment. The two months rent that hadn’t been paid by her roommate Darcy Bridges, plus a third month, all in cash, up front. Also, Helene must sign and honor a one year lease. That meant she would have to come up with $3,300 and pay $1100 a month, by herself, until September of the following year. She currently had $2100 and the promise from Ramona of two months studio work in advance, which was $300 a session, 3 days week. She bit her bottom lip, stared into the window of the Bodega where she’d agreed the week before to adopt the two kittens and cursed.
“Damn you Darcy. It’s like I’m walking around with a fucking ghost.”
Helene smiled as she thought of one of her favorite songs, Walking With A Ghost by Tegan and Sara. She walked into the Bodega. The owner threw his hands up and greeted her warmly. Minutes later, she walked out with a bag of cat supplies and two identical twin female gray and white kittens inside a cardboard carrier.
She put the supplies down on the street corner and waved down a yellow cab. Plopping herself in the back seat, she shouted her apartment address and dialed a number on her phone. Darcy answered.
“Darse, it’s Monday morning. I want your shit out of the apartment by Friday. I’m keeping the place.”
After a few seconds of silence, Helene pulled the phone away from her face to hang up when Darcy yelled.
“I thought you loved me, Leney! I thought you loved me!”
Helene moved the phone back to her left ear and responded in calm, low tone.
“I did Darse. But you’re not the same person I loved. You’re like a ghost of that person. Goodbye, Darcy.”
The cab rolled over a pothole and the cardboard box with the kittens jumped a couple of inches off the seat then settled down. The kittens mewed. With tears in her eyes, Helene sang, with perfect pitch, the opening lines to the song in her head.
“No matter which way you go ,no matter which way you stay, you’re out of my mind, out of my mind”
She wiped her tears and looked into the small holes of the carrier.
“That’s what your names will be, girls; Tegan and Sara.”
This is a new Helene Troy episode based around this prompt: