Unaware that Cami was so close by or that she’d even just been admiring his house from afar, Millsap walked through his new home with a wide grin on his face. It had taken a whole year, but everything was exactly how he wanted it. Now he was actually walking around in his dream house. And it felt so good.
This home in the country was Millsap’s refuge from
Bonnie wanted yet another ten grand from Millsap. This time to go to
Millsap outright told his mother no. He’d paid Bonnie’s house note and utilities. He’d paid her car note and filled her tank up with premium gas. Even bought her a new wardrobe. But Millsap was not going to pay for Bonnie to go on a gambling spree. Especially since he suspected she was becoming just as addicted as Franco recently confessed that he was to gambling.
And what ever happened to the three grand he gave her just last week for an allowance? Not to mention all the money Bonnie earned from being a bail bondsman and managing a small group of boosters (local thieves who stole retail merchandise and sold it hot on the streets)? Where did all that money go so fast?
Suddenly Millsap’s cell phone vibrated against him. He frowned when he looked down. It was his mother calling again. She just wouldn’t take no for an answer. This time she was giving him the 911 signal.
I’m not falling for that either, Mama, Millsap mused, convinced that his mother was trying to fake an emergency in order to get him to pick up the line or call her right back. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d done that.
After sending a do-not-disturb text message to both of the other generals, Millsap turned his phone off completely. He was determined to enjoy his new house to the full tonight…without distraction.
Unfortunately for Millsap, daylight would bring Mike-Mike to his front door with the message that his mother had suffered a stroke last night. Suddenly having his dream house wasn’t all that important anymore.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier