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Leaving Strictly Organic


She's family

Mom still buys Strictly Organic coffee. She goes to a place especially to get it. She still thinks it's the best around.

Jodie hasn't acknowledged my existence since Rhonda talked with her. Whatever Rhonda told her, it must have been bad, and Jodie believed it. Or something.

And I don't care about Jodie. Or, I wouldn't, anymore, but she's my cousin. And I think she's a fucking bitch, but that's not the same as just some fuckin' bitch. I might have to see her again, and maybe not for good reasons. She's family. And that's why she's such a fucking bitch. She's family. I might have to see her again. I might have to see her at a funeral -- to be plain about it.

And Rhonda did this. She brought Jodie in to talk, knowing she was still going to fire me. It had been my idea, but a bad one from under stress. Rhonda was acting like she didn't know whether or not she was going to let me get back to work. She used Jodie as a human shield, just because I mentioned asking her. Christina was acting like she felt unsafe, having teased up reactions and I didn't like it. She was hot, too, and my confusion was of course a mark against me.

Rhonda's parents were a guy who used to be a girl, or vice versa, and Richard's were vice versa. Christina had "had a hard life," which nobody clarified but it involved her dad. Stuart was her housemate and a co-worker and a theatrical homosexual. He's the one who shouted "she wants nothing to do with you" when I'd noted that she spends a lot of energy ignoring me.

Stuart also was the one, I'm sure, who made up stories.

They were stories that worked in that audience. They still work, in their dirty way. Jodie still doesn't speak to me. But maybe she's just a bitch.