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guess we’ll have to rectify that.” I glance at my watch. “Fuck! Time flies when you’re having fun. I’ve gotta go.”
         “Finally.” I can see she doesn’t mean it by the way she shifts a little and her body tenses. “Where are you going?”
         “To pick up my brother’s, mom’s dry cleaning.” I place my hand on the counter and jump over. Fuck that was awesome.
         “There is an opening here,” she swings the counter up at the side.
         “But then I wouldn’t have been ab le to show off my awesome moves.” She snorts in response, I’ve made her smile. Score! “See, I knew you weren’t constantly a moody bitch.” I duck out of the door before the dishrag hits me in the face again. HA! Missed.
     
         I pick up the dry cleaning only an hour late and head to Amelia’s school. I’m early but it’ll give me chance to catch up on my emails on my cell and catch up on music via the radio. I need some new tunes.
     
    Emails… Work, work, spam, junk, work, work, don’t know him, delete, delete, delete, junk, spam. Boring. A text comes through, from an unidentified number, this looks interesting.
     
     
         I need a favor… really bad. I got into some shit. Real bad shit. It’s Dana. Daniel is my old dealer. He’s looking for me. Smashed up Peanut last week. I don’t know what to do. I need somewhere to hide until I can get his money. Please Lucas. I’m fucked here. I’m clean I swear! I can’t afford a motel let alone any of that shit.
     
    Who you gonna call?
     
     
    Lucas : Are you crazy? What if they get to my daughter? I can’t help you Dana! Not this time. This is messed up! Sorry. But no.
     
    Not Lucas! 
     
         Fuck. Why me? Why the fuck does she ask me? Why didn’t Patch tell me about Peanut unless… my name has already been fucking dropped and that psycho Daniel guy was there with him when he called? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I slam my head on the steering wheel a few times and switch my cell off as if that will suddenly erase everything bad in my life.
     
         The loud ringing bell sounds, signifying the end of a school day. I climb out of my car and follow other parents to the side entrance that Amelia exits from. As soon as she sees me she frowns. Okay, that sucks.
         “Hi daddy,” I lift her into my arms and kiss her on the cheek. “Put me down.” Okay, okay. Calm down.
         “What’s wrong?”
         “Nothing, I thought Maya was coming to get me!” she sighs and allows me to strap her into her booster seat in the back of the car.
         I shrug, “Sorry kid. Want to go get pizza?”
         “No.” she crosses her arms across her chest. Lucas style.
         “Bacon?”
         She rolls her eyes… she’s five. What the fuck? “No.”
         “Ice cream?”
         “No.”
         “Whatever then. Mac ‘n’ cheese it is,” she knows I can’t cook.
         “Can we go to Auntie Maya’s for dinner?” she sticks out her lower lip. God she’s starting to look so much like her mom. “Please?”
         “But, I really want to go relax at home. Just me and you. Yeah?”
         “PLEEEEEEASE!” fine, fine.
     
    With a sigh I turn my cell back on. I have no messages or calls. Wow, I’m so damn popular it should be illegal.
     
    Lucas: Apparently I’m not cool enough to have dinner with. Expect two more people.
     
    Maya : Yay! I’ll make chicken! See you soon!
     
         She’ll make chicken. Let me say that out loud. “Auntie Maya says she’ll… make … chicken.”
         “YAY!” squeals Amelia and fist pumps. She got that from James. He tends to do the victory fist pump. “I like chicken.”
         How on earth do you make chicken? Maya is a strange one.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
    Dejected Daddies
     
     
         “Auntie