stopping.
That was bullshit.
It wasn’t passion at all.
Passion was indeed beautiful but it was hideous first. It was a festering incessant thing that grew inside of you until it consumed you, transforming you into a machine. Passion put pressure on you to compete with yourself time and time again. It did enrich you but not before it shredded you to the marrow and left you questioning your sanity.
Sometimes it left people broke. Sometimes it left people crazy. Sometimes it turned people delusional and made them think they didn’t have to live in the real world. People like me.
Passion itself wasn’t pretty. It only produced pretty results for people to consume. Consumers didn’t see the blood. The tears. The self-doubt. The sour. The bitter. The late nights. The deadlines.
I played the harp until passion rained down my eyes. Until I felt like I’d confessed my sins. All the sins I didn’t even know I committed. They came out when I played.
I let my hands fall to my side then I stood and gave Sunshine a slow stroke. I was going to be a nervous wreck when the movers came for her tomorrow. She was a big girl and it wasn’t easy to maneuver her without proper knowledge. “I won’t let them toss you around, Sunshine.” I sighed, resting my cheek against the ornately carved wood. “I’ll come back home tonight and get you ready to be moved. I have to pick up Frankie though.”
Yes, I talked to my harp…out loud.
…
I pulled up in the car line at Frankie’s school and the nun in charge of pick up eyed me like I was a stranger. I was there to pick her up yesterday. I didn’t get all the extra side-eying.
I inched up to her and put the car in park before rolling the window down and quickly, muting Mary J. Blige on my stereo. “Hi, I’m here for Frankie Freeman.”
The nun narrowed green eyes at me then tipped her nose in the air.
“You were only approved for yesterday. I didn’t see your name or vehicle on today’s list.”
“Oh, okay. Let me call her father to get this all sorted.”
“Next!”
“Um, can you just wait a little while? Should I pull out of line or…”
“Next!” She stepped away from my car and left me sitting there looking like a damn fool. I pulled over to the parking lot and called Frankie’s phone.
“Hey, I saw you in line then you got out. What’s going on?”
“The fucking nun won’t let me pick you up. She said I was cleared for yesterday but not today. I offered to call your dad but she cut me off.”
“Yikes. That’s Sister Agnes. She’s annoying, to say the least. Let me talk to one of the sisters in the front office.”
“No, I got this.” I ended the call, got out of my car, and went inside. “Hi, I need to speak to the principal or whoever is in charge.” I walked into the front office with my arms folded and my attitude on high.
“You need to have a seat. Someone will be right with you.” I hated how stiff and stern everyone was. I had no problem following protocol but I hated the sour way they spoke to me.
“Wow. Short on manners? I need the principal. Now. Or else I call Senator Freeman and let him know you won’t release his daughter to her new nanny. I’m sure he sent over the information.” Eyes darted around, trying to avoid me but I latched on to every stare that came my way. There was no way in hell Mr. Freeman hadn’t let Frankie’s school know I was her nanny or at least that I’d be picking her up for the foreseeable future.
“Miss Lucas, you need to lower your voice and…”
“I don’t need to lower anything,” I snapped, frowning at the nun behind the desk. I walked over and pressed my palm to the desktop. Leaning over, I said, “How did you know my name and what I look like if no information was sent over?”
“We’ll need Mr. Freeman to pick Francesca up today because you’re not on the approved list. You were approved for a visitor pick up yesterday. Visitor pickups do not continue for consecutive days. For you to be on the permanent list, both of her parents have to sign off on the change. Her mother has refused. We reached out to her this morning.”
I scoffed, “Her mother. Of course. I’ll be right back.” When I left the office, I ran