Getting Some Of Her Own (34 page)

Kendra Richards completed her ablutions, opened her sleep sofa, extinguished the lights, and crawled into bed. She had stood continually from three o'clock in the afternoon until eleven that night and she'd frozen a smile on her face as she checked coats, briefcases, canes, and umbrellas in a classy Washington, D.C., restaurant. A tally of her tips showed that, as balm for her tired feet, she had exactly sixty-three dollars.

“Oh, well, at least I have a job,” she said to herself, fluffed her pillow, let out a long, happy breath, and prepared to sleep. Tomorrow, she would have lunch with her three buddies—The Pace Setters, as the four called themselves—a treat to which she always looked forward.

She heard the phone ringing, but she put her head beneath the pillow and willed the noise to go away. But it persisted, so she sat up and answered it. “Hello, whoever you are at half past midnight.”

“What on earth took you so long? Don't tell me you were asleep.”

She got comfortable and rested her right elbow on her knee. “What's the matter, Mama?”

“Nothing's the matter. Why does something have to be the matter?”

“Mama, it's almost one o'clock in the morning. I got off a little over an hour ago, and I was just going to sleep. Why'd you call so late?”

“Oh, for goodness' sake. You're the only person in this town who thinks twelve o'clock is late.”

Ready to throw up her hands, she said, “Yeah. Right,” beneath her breath. Nobody had to tell her that Ginny Hunter was about to drop a bomb. Kendra cut to the chase. “What is it, Mama?”

“Don't be so frosty. Your mama needs a couple 'a thousand. I saw a nice little Lexus, and I need that money for the down payment.”

Kendra stared at the receiver as if it were the phone that abused her patience. “You're not serious. You risked waking me up for this? And why would you buy a car? Your license has been revoked, and you can't drive it. Besides, you can't get car insurance if your license has been revoked, and it's against the law to drive an uninsured car.”

“Oh, that's stupid. Nobody can get around in Washington without a car.”

“Mama, I'm tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'll call you.”

“I don't want a phone call. I want the money. Getting anything out of you is like squeezing blood out of a turnip.”

“That's hardly fair, Mama. For twelve years, I've been trying to save enough money to go back to Howard and complete the requirements for my bachelor's degree. And for twelve years, every time I get one or two thousand dollars in the bank, you borrow it, and you never pay it back. To make it worse, every year the cost of college is higher.

“I have two thousand dollars, but I saved it for my tuition. I hope you remember that you borrowed twenty-seven hundred dollars from me about six weeks ago and promised to pay it back in two weeks. You're acting as if you don't owe me a thing, Mama. So please don't say I'm stingy. I'll call you in the morning and let you know.”

Kendra hung up wondering, not for the first time, about her mother's spending habits. Hopefully, she didn't gamble or use illegal drugs. Kendra slept fitfully and awakened as tired as she'd been when she went to bed.

 

 

Ginny Hunter figured she'd done her duty when she gave birth to Kendra. She hadn't wanted any children, but Bert Richards, Kendra's father, threatened to hold her criminally liable if she had an abortion. She did her best to be a mother to Kendra after her own mother passed on and left the child rearing to her. She'd hated every minute of it, but she'd done her best, and it shouldn't be much of a stretch for Kendra to help her out when she needed money.

Ginny sucked in her breath. School. Always school. If Kendra would find herself a man with some money, she wouldn't have to work till nearly midnight. Damned if
she'd
do it. Ginny rolled out of bed, slipped her feet into her pink, spike-heel mules, and threw on her pink negligee. She glanced back at the long, brown male frame on the other side of the bed and frowned. Why didn't men realize that the sunrise shouldn't catch them in a woman's bed, unless the woman was their wife? She did not cook breakfast for any man.

She went around and whacked the man on his behind. “Get up, uh, Ed. It's time to go home.”

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and gave her a smile that was obviously intended to captivate her. She stared at him. “Listen, honey. What's gorgeous at night doesn't look so good in daylight. I got to get out of here and go to work.”

“Don't I get some breakfast?”

“Baby, I don't even cook for
me.
”

He got up, pulled on his shorts, and looked around for the rest of his clothes. “I can see why you're not married,” he grumbled.

“No you don't. I just divorced my fifth husband, though the decree's not yet final. When a relationship starts to sag, I say
bye bye baby.
”

“Don't you try to work it out?”

“What for? It'll sag again, and the second time it's practically unbearable. I don't pretend. If it ain't working, it ain't working.”

Ed buttoned his shirt, pulled on his pants, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head. “I've never met a woman like you, lady. You're a piece of work. Be seeing you.”

The door slammed. She went over to the night table beside her bed, looked in the drawer, moved the lamp and the phone. Son-of-a-bitch hadn't left her a penny. Her anger slowly cooled when she remembered that he wasn't a john, just a guy she'd wanted. Young and virile. It had surprised her that she'd gotten him so easily. She laughed aloud. The guy wasn't a player, only lonely and terribly naive. But the brother could certainly put it down! She didn't turn tricks, but she expected a guy to be generous if he had a nice time with her.

She answered the telephone, thinking the caller would be Kendra. “Good morning. Lovely day, isn't it?”

“This is Phil. I'd like to know what makes you so happy. You coming in today? If not, one of my other operators will take your all-day spa customer.”

“Let her have it. I've just decided not to come in till tomorrow.” She gave manicures, pedicures, and massages when she needed money, but she had no intention of working five full days a week every week. No indeed! “My head hurts.”

“Okay.” He hung up.

Ginny showered, changed the bed linens, made coffee, and waited for Kendra's call.

 

 

Ginny would have a while to wait, however, for at that time, Kendra sat at her tiny kitchen table going over her financial affairs. She tried always to have as much money in her savings as she had debts, her reasoning being that, if she lost her job, she could still pay what she owed. From her childhood days of shuttling from her grandmother to her father and sometimes to her mother, she counted nothing as certain. She drained her coffee cup, sat back, and considered what she was about to do.

At times, her resentment of her mother nearly overwhelmed her, and it also gave her an enormous burden of guilt. But shouldn't she discharge her obligations to herself? She had two thousand and eight hundred dollars in the bank. If she could save all of her tips—an average of twelve hundred dollars a month—for the next six months, till the first of October—that plus what she had in savings, along with whatever part-time work she could find, would get her through school. After the first semester, she would apply for a scholarship, and she knew that as a straight-A student, she'd get one.

She went to the phone to call and ask her mother what she had done with the twenty-seven hundred dollars she'd borrowed six weeks earlier, which she'd claimed she needed to move to a better and safer neighborhood. She hadn't moved. However, before she could dial Ginny's number, the phone rang. She looked at the caller ID.

“Hi, Papa. How are you?”

“I'm fine. What about you? I just got in some nice spring lamb from New Zealand. I can bone you a couple of roasts and a few racks, wrap them up, and all you have to do is put them in your freezer. When can you come by for them?”

“My goodness, Papa, that's wonderful. I have to be at work a few minutes before eleven today. Put it in your freezer, and I can pick it up Thursday evening when you're open late. I always get the best meat in town,” she said with pride.

“That's because your papa's the best butcher in town. When are you moving to your new apartment?”

“I'm off Sunday and Monday, and I thought I'd pack Sunday and move on Monday. I'm so excited! I'll have a real bedroom separate from my living room.”

“And it's yours. Don't let Ginny get her hands on that co-op. She'll destroy it. You hear me? Your mother thinks money grows on trees. Don't let her stay with you, and don't let her get her hands on that deed.”

“I won't, Papa. She called me after midnight last night asking for two thousand dollars to put down on a Lexus.”

“What?” he roared. “Don't you dare! I buy you an apartment to get you out of that neighborhood, and you give your mother thousands of dollars in the course of a year. Don't you dare. You said you're trying to finish college, and I'm trying to help you.”

“I told her I'd call her and let her know. Papa, do you think she gambles or that she's using drugs?”

“Ginny? Never! She's foolishly self-indulgent. I've known her to be on the way to the dentist with a bad toothache, see something in a store window that she liked, and buy it, knowing that she wouldn't have enough money left to pay the dentist. She told the dentist a lie, and he sent me the bill. Back when I was hardly making two-fifty a week, she'd spend the grocery money on cosmetics for herself, or treat herself to a fancy lunch at an expensive restaurant. She's not mean, Kendra. She just thinks of herself and nobody else.”