The continuing tale of a woman who escapes her nowhere life by traveling the world of imagination.
“You ate the moo shu? I thought your stomach was upset.” Jenny finishes folding a paper football and flicks it across Maya’s desk. Score!
“I was feeling better. Seriously, that’s all you can say after I tell you Rick stayed over last night?” Maya looks incredulously at her indifferent friend.
Jenny begins to fold another piece of paper. “Look, Maya, its just ex-sex, so excuse me if I don’t get too excited.”
“No, this is different. He broke up with Diane.”
“Is that what he told you? I’ll bet you anything it’s the other way around. And now he needs some reassurance of his manhood.” Flick. Score!
“Oh, thanks for the support. And he did too break up with her. He had his bag packed.”
“He had a bag with him?”
“Yeah. He’s going back for the rest of his stuff today.”
Flick. Miss.
“Maya, are you saying Rick’s moving back in with you?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Isn’t it fabulous?” Maya swivels her chair with elation.
Jenny stops her by the shoulders. “Maya, isn’t this a little quick?”
“Quick? It’s been a whole year. I don’t want to spend another day without him!” She swirls around.
Jenny stops her again. “Without Rick? Really? The guy who got another woman’s phone number right in front of you?”
“To be fair, he didn’t know I was in the bar at the time.”
“The guy who sulks like a baby if you didn’t wait on him hand and foot?”
“C’mon, I like taking care of him. Besides, we talked about our problems last night and we’re going to work on them, together.” Maya leans in toward Jenny, lowers her voice. “Plus, the sex was fabulous!” She pulls back and mouths the last word again, takes another spin.
Jenny shakes her head. “All right, girl. Whatever you need. I suppose this means you won’t be joining us tonight. You know, Spencer’s gonna take it personally.”
“Oh, right. Tell him I’m sorry. Have him text me.”
Jenny pats Maya on the shoulder and shakes her head, walking away. The act bothered Maya all the way home. What was her problem? Was she patronizing her? Why wasn’t she happy for her? She never liked Rick anyway.
Still peeved, Maya slips the key in her apartment door. It pushes against a stack of boxes; others are spread around the room. Rick, sitting on the couch watching TV, nods at her.
“Hey, MyMy! I’m glad you’re home!”
Maya navigates through the piles, smiles. “Yeah, me too.”
Rick leans forward toward the screen. “Pass it, pass it, pass it … oh, crap.” He leans back. “I’m starving.”
“Why didn’t you just heat up the moo shu?” Maya drops her bag on the kitchen counter and reaches in the fridge.
“I was waiting for you. Oh, bring me a beer too, will ya?”
Maya leans out into the living room to see Rick spread across the couch, right hand in his waist. He raises the other to motion a drink, then purses his lip in a pout.
Oh, crap.