Underestimated(4)
By: Jettie Woodruffeverything? Do they deliver?”
Millie laughed at my run-on sentence. I didn’t
mean not to give her time to answer. I was just happy we
weren’t talking about my house anymore.
“Yes. You can get furniture for every room in the
house, including curtains.”
I was glad she mentioned curtains. I had neglected
to add them to my long list.
“Thank you,” I said, taking a ten dollar bill from
my purse. I liked Millie, and I hoped we would become
friends. She was probably twenty years or more, older
than me, but nonetheless she was a very nice lady.
“Can I offer you some more advice?” she asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“There is a place about fifteen miles from here
called Potters. It’s a warehouse full of housewares. I am
sure you could buy everything you need there, and they
only sell American made,” she added, proud of that fact.
I took out a piece of paper. “Thank you, Millie. I
will definitely go there. Do you know the address?”
Millie laughed a short laugh. “You don’t need an
address sweetie. Turn right at the stop light and drive till
you see the billboard on the left that says Potters. You
can’t miss it.”
“Thank you. I better get going. I have a long day
ahead of me,” I smiled and left the ten dollars on the
counter, leaving her a three a dollar tip.
“Come back this evening. Tonight is meatloaf
Friday,” she invited, and I left with a nod and a smile.
I knew I wouldn’t be back. I had too much to do,
but I would come back and have meatloaf Friday
sometime. I hadn’t had meatloaf since before my Grandma
Joyce passed away.
I drove to the furniture store first. I couldn’t
believe the prices. I had twenty-five thousand dollars in
pre-paid visa cards to buy everything that I needed, and I
wasn’t going to spend near what I thought I would. I was
pleasantly surprised at the quality. The dining room table
that I had picked out would have cost me probably five
times as much back in Las, I mean Indiana. I ended up
buying more than what was even on my list. I hadn’t
planned on buying an area rug, a desk, television or coffee
and end tables. I got everything that I needed for a fraction
of what I had planned on spending.
I was on cloud nine, up until it was time to pay that
is. I was standing at the counter, and the older man asked
for my last name.
Dammit. What is it? I was drawing a blank. I had
the Riley part, but the last name just wasn’t registering. I
could feel my face becoming flush when I didn’t answer
right away. He stood in front of me, awkwardly wondering
why I wasn’t answering.
“Murphy,” I almost yelled, when it finally came to
me. He gave me a funny look and turned back to his
computer screen.
I finished giving him my information, and we had
delivery setup for the following day. I would still have to
sleep on the floor for one more night, but I was okay with
that. I would much rather clean in the empty rooms than try
to clean around furniture. I would at least have curtains
over the windows.
I went to Potter’s next, and spent more time than I
should have in there. I was so thankful that Millie had told
me about it. The prices there too, surprised me, and I
bought everything that I needed, and then some. I found the
cutest set of dishes and couldn’t help thinking about the
exquisite china back in Indiana. Drew would have never
eaten off of plates like that. They were white, and although
I hated the bright yellow walls back at the house, the cute
little yellow ducklings circling the plates and saucers
were adorable. I wondered then if I had bought everything
that Drew would hate on purpose.
I was so excited. I could hardly contain myself. I
had stolen, well not actually stolen, we were married. I
had taken a microscopic amount of his money. Drew
probably hadn’t even figured that part out yet. I honestly
didn’t want anything of his. I would have walked away
and slept on the floor for months had Ms. K not convinced
me to take what was rightfully mine. Boy was I ever
grateful that she did. Now that I think about it, she didn’t
really give me a choice in the matter. I was taking the
money.
Buying the house was a little more difficult. It took
me almost six months to embezzle the eighty six thousand
dollars that Drew would never find. I had added between
fifteen and eighteen thousand dollars to different overhead
expenses for six straight months. The first couple of
months I was paranoid, no I was terrified that he was
going to catch it, but he never did. Stupid bastard
shouldn’t have been so credulous. I knew exactly where