Drew said breaking the silence after they had made their order.
“Where!” Liza exclaimed jerking her head aro und. Drew thought that if she had moved it a centimeter more it may have actually popped off of her neck.
“Behind you!” Drew clicked her tongue, which was one of her annoying little habits that Liza had learned to ignore after so many years. Liza almost fell out of her chair trying to see in the booth behind them. “What I was going to say was, Johnny Depp is hot. Of all the men in the world, I could handle being stuck on a deserted island with him.”
“Sheesh, I thought you meant you saw him! For crying out loud Drew! You should really learn to think before you speak and then when you do actually speak, let it all out in a full sentence!”
Drew had to laugh as she watched Liza settle back down in her seat. Yes, they were going to be just fine. If there was one person in the whole world that she could count on for anything at all, including a good laugh, it was Liza.
“Harry Connick, Jr.” Drew said. Liza cocked her eyebrow up over her coffee mug. “No really, I think I just saw Harry Connick, Jr. walk in front of the Waffle House.” That’s when Liza spit her hot coffee all of Drew.
As Drew was locking up the front door that evening to head to Boudreaux’s for her first night back on the job, she noticed another paper stuck to her door. “Wow, Liza, I guess you really can get evicted twice in one day.” She said to herself. She took the paper down though and noticed that it wasn’t an eviction notice after all; it was a real-estate flyer. The paper was hot pink and she swore it was still warm, like it was hot off the press.
House and 10 acres for Sale:
$20,000
Furnished, castle-like, stone mansion with all new plumbing, wiring, and appliances. 6 bedrooms, 3 Bath, swimming pool and privacy fence.
Call (555) 555-5555
“Is this a joke?” Drew looked around to see if anyone was hiding in a corner laughing at her now.
There was no way someone was going to sell a house like that for $20,000 or for anything close to that for that matter. They would have to be desperate for drugs or something or, just downright insane, either one was a norm for New Orleans. She thought that she had $5,000 saved up in the bank already and if she turned in her life insurance that her mother had bought her when she was born she imagined that it would be worth at least $5,000 by now. So, maybe she could work something out. The place must be a real dump though. She shoved the paper in her bag and promised herself that she would at least inquire about it tomorrow.
Drew’s first night back at Boudreaux’s was absolutely crazy. It seemed the little hole in the wall had picked up business since the last time she had worked. She raked in $300 in tips and she didn’t even have to flaunt anything. It was great, but it was now 6:30 in the morning and she had to be at the gallery by 9. She calculated that this double shifting wouldn’t last more than a week.
The walk home at 6:30 in the morning wasn’t quite as peaceful as you would imagine it would be. Everyone stayed out until dawn there on the weekends and it seemed that rush hour never ended on the nearby highway. Dodging stumbling drunks and the homeless lying on the edges of the sidewalks was something that Drew had gotten use to as well.
By the time she walked home and grabbed a bite to eat and a shower she still had an hour before she had to leave again. She couldn’t decide if she was going to take a nap or make a phone call. Since she only had 2 days left her eviction from the apartment she decided that the phone call was probably her best and most important option.
It seemed the phone didn’t even get to ring before a gruff voice answered her call. “Yellow!”
A sarcastic man she thought, great! “Um, yea. I am calling about the house for sale? The one for $20,000? It was on a flyer on my door last night.” She waited for the guy to start laughing and correct her that the price was actually $200,000 or more like $2,000,000.