When Deb left the prison faculty, a cab was waiting for her. She got in and gave the driver Joseph’s address.
“Can we stop at a clothing store?” Deb asked. “I need to buy some clothes”
The driver scoffed. “You’re telling me you can actually buy clothes in a clothing store?” he asked sarcastically.
Deb rolled her eyes. “Can we do it or not?” she asked irritated.
“I can stop, sure, but can you pay?” the driver asked. “They paid me to give you a ride home. Do you have any money to buy clothes?”
Crap, Deb thought. She had only worked one day, and Rob never paid her for that.
“Thought so” the driver answered his own question. “Guess that,” he motioned at Deb. “will have to do for now”
Deb looked down at the clothes she was wearing. They belonged to Annabel. Deb wished Annabel was here now. Then she wouldn’t have to listen to this idiot.
But Annabel was too occupied. Deb knew that was a lie. It was Vincent. Vincent hadn’t given Annabel permission to come.
“Not to be a dick or anything, but Stafford is quite a ride” the driver broke the silence. “I’m not sure the money I received covers that”
“Just drive until your money stops covering” Deb snapped.
The driver took her on her word. An hora and a half later he stopped the car.
“What are you doing?” Deb frowned.
“Your money stopped covering it” the driver shrugged. “Get out”
Deb shook her head in disbelief, then got out of the car. The driver drove away. Deb looked around her, to see if she recognized the environment. She didn’t, but still continued the trip on foot.
She had walked for quite a while when she heard a car accelerate behind her, pass her and stop with shrieking tires a few yards further.
The car drove in reverse, until it stopped por Deb. The window went down and a guy wearing sunglasses stuck his head outside.
“You want a ride, sugar?” he asked, with a wink.
“No, thank you” Deb replied quick. “After everything she had been through with men, she wasn’t going to get in a car with a strange one”
The guy turned off the engines, while Deb walked further. “Where are you going?” he asked. Deb noticed he sounded a bit effeminate.
“Stafford” Deb yelled.
“Really?” the guys said. “Funny, I’m heading there”
“What a coincidence” Deb mumbled sarcastically.
“I live there” the guy explained.
“Congrats” Deb muttered annoyed.
“You live there, too” the guy went on mischievously. “As of now, that is”
Deb stopped dead in her tracks, and began turning around, while asking: “How do you know…?” She stopped when she got a good look at the guy.
He had white blond hair, a white camisa and light rosa, -de-rosa trousers. If someone had told Deb he was Ken in the flesh, she would’ve believed them.
“You’re Joseph” she realized.