Nana's Cat Sitting Services, INC._THE MISANTHROPE_Door-To-Door_A Crown for The King
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Nana's Cat Sitting Services, INC.
Isabella pushed her swiveled chair away from her desk and stared at the screen with dismay and a tinge of anger. One star!! Her work had been rated one star by her very first customers.Had she lost a cat or left one in a sickened state, she could see the rating as justified. Had a cat been malnourished or abused, Isabella would have expected criminal charges to arise. Had she damaged the home of the cat owners or thrown kitty feces around, Isabella would have expected non-payment. But this?! This was unexpected.This review was seriously going to impact her fledging cat sitting services.Isabell...
THE MISANTHROPE
Osgood Feeney was a miserable cuss. Everybody who had ever had any contact with him agreed with that conclusion. He was cruel in his speech, slovenly in his dress, dishonest in his business dealings, and was generally avoided by all the residents of my hometown. He was also an inveterate funeral goer, carrying a little black book in his pocket that listed everyone he hated or was feuding with. He would approach the casket, look at the face of the deceased, and then take out his black book, flip through the pages, and with a deliberately antagonizing gesture, ceremoniously strike the dead pers...
Door-To-Door
He hated his roommates, but they were not a problem on week-ends. Both Jerry and Bobby went home to their families when school was out, and they could both afford to drive home to have home-cooked meals and fresh laundry. Saturday and Sundays were clear. Dan would not see them until Monday, so… Their place was a mess. How could two guys with girlfriends get away with being such slobs? He started in the bathroom, getting the sink, tub and toilet to some level of decency that he could take; the kitchen was harder and the dishes and floor took at least one hour, as he also decided to clean the f...
A Crown for The King
She gave me the crown to remind me that I was a King.My grandmother summoned me to her room on the second floor of our old house on Georgia Avenue during one of my parent’s tornados, and there it sat on her vanity. The crown was made of golden felt with fabric jewels sewn into it. While the cacophony raged downstairs over an unkind word at a corporate barbecue, my grandmother lowered it onto my head.At first, I thought she was playing somewww.onedoor.cc kind of game with me, but then she put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me with all the seriousness of a Russian novel.“Remember,” she said, “You are...