She drove a two-tone, 12 year old mini van. It had one of those “baby on board” signs in the back passenger window. Sometimes the sign would fall but the suction cup that held it up would remain. She was middle aged and her children were grown but she said the sign made people drive “sensibly. ” Her “luxury car” as she sometimes called it, was dated but it was hers…she owned it. She didn’t have many things that she owned.
Mae pulled right up next to a 2014 Camaro in the parking lot of the local popular pizzeria. They advertised you could get a large pie for $10.95 and that would be enough for Mae. She could save some for breakfast the following morning with a cup of instant coffee. The Camaro had a confederate flag in the back window. Mae had a “Obama 2012” sticker in the window. The two drivers exchanged glances but no pleasantries were made.
Mae used to take long drives when she was stressed out. Those days were long gone. There was 123,000 miles on her van. Gas prices went up to 3.78 a gallon. So there was no escape. Mae used to do hair but she was no longer as easy on the eyes as she once was. Women don’t usually trust you to make them beautiful when you aren’t. So age and a hard life retired her. Mae used to be an escort. She was good at it too. She still unofficially “did favors” as she liked to call it. She would frequently meet new clients at “Biddies. ”
Aniya saved Mae’s ass multiple times. She pulled an old dirty bastard off of Mae once. A brute who had no intention of paying for the “merchandise.” She let Mae sleep on her lazy boy recliner one night when Mae was evicted. Aniya was the closest thing Mae would have to a friend.
When Aniya called Mae after 2 years of not speaking, she knew something was up. Aniya always said no favor was free. Mae was a benefit because she had nothing to lose…not even her life.
To be continued
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