All About Me

“The others decided to stay in the van,” the red man said to his wife. Others? Don’t tell me there were more. He shook his jowls at me expecting me to cower. “Where’s Manny?”

I handed him a business card. “I’m in charge.”

After glancing at my card, he tossed it aside. “I want Manny not you, Cherie.”

“The name’s Chere as in Sonny and Cher. Manny’s not here and I’m not about to manufacture him. Who are you, anyway?”

“Thomas Houston. Mr. Houston to you. That there’s Mrs. Houston and those are my children.” He pointed to the obnoxious woman who’d arrived with the kids that were now whirling through the room like a tornado. They were totally out of control.

I was going to kill Manny when I got ahold of him. I was going to grab him by his little wiener and squeeze hard until it got big.

I didn’t want to be rude because I didn’t want to lose a job I had just started. So I said, “Because Manny said I should help you, I will.”

“Help us do what?”

We were going around in circles and I was more than a little pissed. I didn’t care about being professional.

“You’re here to buy a condo, right?” Based on the size of that family they should be buying an entire building or two.

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