Wednesday story time again. Last week Charlotte had asked Bob to leave so she could rest. Charlotte (and the rest of us) learned that Bob was homeless and living under a freeway. Bob’s mother threw him out of the house two months ago, and all he has with him is a computer. We need to get back to see how Charlotte is going to handle this latest twist.
“So Bob how have you been getting food and keeping yourself clean?”
“Well, Charlotte I usually go to the YMCA for a swim and shower. I have a locker there. I plug my computer in at the library to get it charged.”
“Do you have a tent or what?”
“No, I have a sleeping bag that I stash in my locker.”
“You’re kidding. You sleep on the ground?”
“Yup. You would be surprised how comfortable it is.”
“I hope never to find out. When do you write?”
“As I said I charge my computer in at the library. I work there most of the time. Which reminds me do you mind if I plug-in here?”
“No, not at all. The plug is over there. How do you eat?”
“Oh, I have money. My mom keeps my checking account full. I can use my debit card for food. She doesn’t want me to be around, but she still cares for me though.”
“I’m surprised to hear you say that. How do you know she cares?”
“I just told you she keeps me in money. She also sends me texts and tells me she cares.”
“But why doesn’t she want you in the house?”
“I think I make her nervous.”
“Nervous how?”
“Oh, you know. She has boyfriends, and when I’m around, there are too many questions about how old I am and what she told the guy about her age.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“You sound like the psychologist.”
“You have a psychologist?”
“Yeah. I see him twice a week.”
“How do you get there?”
“I take the bus like I do for everything else.”
“What does he say about your situation?”
“What situation?”
“You know. Not being welcome at home.”
“I never told him.”
“Oh, my gosh.”
“What? You think I should have?”
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Bob is either crazy or very adaptable. In any case, he sounds like he’s thoroughly driving Charlotte crazy 🙂
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I think we will find both have their little peculiarities.
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I don’t even know how to write the confused noises coming out of my mouth. I think Bob would drive me to a psychologist. At the very least, I’d face palm myself into a concussion.
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Loved “face palm into a concussion.” LOL
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Thanks. 🙂
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Nothing like keeping your most important stress secret from your therapist. At least he’s staying out of the nut house.
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So true Ha ha ha
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😀 😀 It’s going to take a magician to help Bob. I think I broke my nose banging my forehead to the table.
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Yes. Maybe I should ask some nice folks like you to take him in.
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I guess I’m not nice folks after all. 😀 😀
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Ha ha ha.
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Hahaha!
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Good to make you laugh
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Hahaha great last line. Love it.
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Thanks
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He’s resourceful. Gotta give’em that.
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True is as true does. Thanks
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