“Come on Kate let’s go, the snow is starting to get bad”, Said my co-worker, “ok I’m coming, I’m coming” I muttered.
Tonight I am not going to my apartment for an evening of diapers and physiology homework; I am staying with a co-worker because they are spraying for bedbugs in my apartment. Let me backtrack here and tell you the odd relationship with my co-worker. I am a recent graduate of a very small high school, and six months after graduation I am already working an office job at the high school part time while I am in college. So my co-worker/teacher has known me since I was sixteen years old. She helped me with my IEP, and was a friend to me when I needed one. Since my recent graduation was have moved from the teacher/student role to friends. I still do not call her by her first name, because it still feels weird.
We walked out to the car as the snow seemed to blind me even more; I have poor vision to begin with. Mrs Darling grabbed my arm and said “come here, I know you can’t see as it is”, as she pulled me to the car. This is the point I should explain our physical differences Mrs Darling is about 5’8 and 250lbs, and I am 5’2 ½ and all of 125lbs, so when I say she pulled me, she pulled me.
We got in the car and I reached my hand into my bag and felt around for my prize. Crap where is it? Did it fall out?… no there it is, thank Goodness. My hands had closed around my adult size NUK5 pacifier. I had never taken in out in public, but did not want to leave it at home to be exposed to whatever they were going to spray to get rid of the bedbugs. Mrs Darling had offered to keep me for the night when I was complaining about the frequent bites, and mentioned they were going to spray my building.
I was pulled out of my thoughts about my pacifier by the car skidding to a stop. “Here we are kiddo, home sweet home”. We jump outta the car into the blizzard and run inside. Wow I knew she had a six figure job, but I didn’t know what kind of house a six figure job bought. I set my bag by the stairs and looked at the room living room around me in awe, leather furniture, artwork on the walls, and a TV big enough even I could see what was happening. Sure puts my efficiency apartment to shame… “Come into the kitchen hon” I haden’t even noticed Mrs Darling had continued walking and I was standing alone in the living room. I slowly walked to the kitchen and barley had time to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.
In front of me was a kitchen of any cooks dreams, stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops with lots of room, and even a free standing island just for food prep. I took a catering class for most of my high school career so Mrs Darling knows I love to cook, so she filled me in on where everything was in the kitchen. “Well little lady, I know you can cook better than me, so would you like to wow me with one of your dishes?” “Sure” I said, “You took me in for the night, so it’s the least I can do”. Mrs Darling left the room to do some work on the computer, and I started to cook