Instead, I follow her inside, shocked at what I find. I would have been less shocked to find dead bodies. It’s a fairyland. This stuck-up woman lives in a fairyland.
My brain can’t process what it sees, yet it’s real. There’s no way I’m hallucinating. The two things just don’t go together.
The sound of a fancy coffeepot draws me farther in.
She doesn’t turn around as I step into her large kitchen. The stove alone probably cost as much as my first few cars combined. Her sugar daddy has money.
“I need coffee before dealing with any more of your nonsense. Do you want a cup?”
Did she just offer me a cup? “Are you crazy, woman?”
“Obviously, I haven’t set Rothswyler on you yet.”
That must be her sugar daddy.
“So, do you want a cup?” She doesn’t turn around.
Which leaves me free to watch her without feeling at all restricted by social niceties, not that they bother me much either way. I catch myself before I say yes. “No.”
“Suit yourself. This machine makes an exceptional cup.”
Her silk and smooth demeanor doesn’t fit with this place. It’s like modern reality set in a dream world. It just doesn’t fit, but then again, nothing about her is right. Everything here wars with the woman I know.
A few moments later, she turns around with a cup in hand. “You may continue yelling if you must. Though you might want to think about taking an anger management class. All this yelling can hardly be effective when raising a teenage boy. Especially one who is so well-mannered and mature like Creed.” She lifts the cup to her lips while watching me for a reaction.
“You drive me out of my mind, woman.”
“It doesn’t seem like you needed to stop for snacks; it must have been a short ride.”
I blink and try not to laugh. “I feed my kid. He isn’t starving.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it? That’s the only response you’ve got. I yell at you, and you say okay?”
“Creed doesn’t appear to be malnourished. But what you’re feeding him is questionable at best. Consulting with a nutritionist wouldn’t be a bad idea. He’s a growing boy.”
“Do you know how prissy you sound right now?”
“Good nutrition is a vital part of a healthy lifestyle.”
“Are you telling me that all your meals are planned by a nutritionist?” Because no one is that nutty.
“Yes. She even makes up a grocery list for me and has all the food delivered. It’s efficient.”
I blink. “That sounds…boring.”
“The meals are quite good.”
Does this woman even know what a good meal tastes like? “Did you feed my son quiche?”
“Yes.”
“Woman.”
“He had a toaster pastry. That isn’t enough for a growing boy.”
“That was his after-breakfast snack. The boy eats like it’s a sport he’s training for. Stop feeding my son.”
