Millicent Stingley didn’t take orders. She also didn’t wear blue jeans and t-shirts. Pauley dialed her boss’ phone number for the third time amid mumbles of “dumb son of a bitch”. Millicent squirmed on the edge of a suspect chair from the uncomfortable friction of just purchased Old Navy jeans. Millicent dialed a number on her phone. Pauley’s pony tail swung like a jungle vine.
“Millie, what the hell are you doing? Put that phone away!”
Millicent’s patience with Pauley’s paranoia and rudeness had run out. She crossed her legs and glared at her younger partner in crime.
“You will not speak to me like that, Paulette. It’s bad enough you have me dressed like this in public. I just took care of the biggest enemy in your family of liars.”
Her smirk acted as a drawn line in sand. Pauley’s face reddened. In a normal scenario, Millicent would have a bullet hole in her head. She turned away from Millicent’s crossed arms and ill-fitting clothes.
“The New Jersey Devils t-shirt is a great touch. Take the S off and it’s perfect.”
“Paulette, a sense of humor is exactly what you need right now.”
Pauley’s phone lit up. It was Butch. She took a deep breath and turned toward Millicent.
“If you stop calling me Paulette, I won’t call you Millie and we won’t kill each other.”
Before Millicent responded, Pauley answered Butch’s call.
“Look, this wasn’t supposed to happen, but we’ve got problems.”
This is my chapter of our summer blog series, Dead Money, co written with my friend and partner in crime, Tara aka @Tara_R on the twitter. Read her chapter first then mine. http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com/
Today’s song is from a 2000s supergroup Army of Anyone, featuring the DiLeo brothers from Stone Temple Pilots and Richard Patrick from Filter. Here’s This wasn’t supposed to happen.