Rent's Due
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When she finished a shift waiting tables at Cool Beans but it was too early to go home, Maddy sometimes curled up on a couch and read a used book. Those days generally corresponded to that time of the month when her landlord was hanging around looking for rent money, and she didn’t quite have it. Today, she was curled up with a copy of Stephen King’s novel Pet Sematary. She had slipped her shoes off and tucked her feet under herself. Her toes flexed in a pair of socks with black cats on them, and her fingers sifted through the ends of her hair.
“Hey Malcolm, bring me another coffee,” she called.
“Get it yourself,” grumbled her coworker, who was drying a load of dishes and stacking them on a shelf.
“I’m not working.” She flipped to the end of a chapter and skimmed a page.
“Are you paying?”
“No.”
“Then get it yourself.”
Maddy sighed and dragged herself off the couch. The novel, which she set upside down on the fat, upholstered arm, slipped to the floor and lost her page. She crammed her feet half in her shoes and stumbled to the counter, where she dangled her empty cup by the handle. “Meet me halfway.”
He scowled and took the mug.
“Hey Malcolm, bring me another coffee,” she called.
“Get it yourself,” grumbled her coworker, who was drying a load of dishes and stacking them on a shelf.
“I’m not working.” She flipped to the end of a chapter and skimmed a page.
“Are you paying?”
“No.”
“Then get it yourself.”
Maddy sighed and dragged herself off the couch. The novel, which she set upside down on the fat, upholstered arm, slipped to the floor and lost her page. She crammed her feet half in her shoes and stumbled to the counter, where she dangled her empty cup by the handle. “Meet me halfway.”
He scowled and took the mug.