The continuing tale of a woman who escapes her nowhere life by traveling the world of imagination.
“Are you sure you’re not up for tonight?”
Maya’s eyes pop open to the snap of Jenny’s gum.
“Sorry, Jen, I’m just not feeling well. You and Jimmy go without me.”
“Too bad. We coulda done ‘Walk Like an Egyptian’ together.” Jenny does her best Pharaoh move.
“Yeah, that is too bad.”
“Tomorrow then. I’m holding you to it.” Snap.
“Sure. Tomorrow.”
Jenny skips back down the hall as Maya’s cell phone rings. It’s her ex, Rick.
“Hello?”
“MyMy, what’s up?”
“Not much. What about you?”
“Yeah, that’s great. Let’s talk about it over dinner tonight.”
“Dinner? Tonight?” Since Rick had started seeing Diane a few months ago, he wouldn’t even return her emails.
“Why not? You don’t have any plans, do ya?”
She hated that he assumed. “Actually, I was going out with Jen to the Sugar Shack.”
“Ah c’mon, I really want to see you.”
Had he and Diane broken up? “Well, I guess I can go out with her tomorrow … Sure, why not? Where should I meet you?”
“I’ll be in your ‘hood. How ‘bout I pick you up? Say, seven?”
“Great. See you then.”
“Can’t wait.” The line goes dead.
Maya shuts off her phone with a self-satisfied smirk. That must be it: he broke up with Diane, and now he wants to get back together. Well, she wouldn’t give in to him. At least, not right away.
Turning off her computer and straightening her desk, Maya slings her huge hobo bag over her shoulder and drops her phone in it. She makes her way down the hall, passing Jenny’s desk.
“Feel better.”
A smile washes over Maya’s face. “Oh, I will.”