The Property Manager: You'll never rent again... by NS Thompson

Author:NS Thompson [Thompson, NS]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-09-20T00:00:00+00:00

12/07/05 Monday

Grace,

Why the hell did you move to this town and destroy my life. You are eating up my insides like a cancer. You’re an acid bitch who presents to the world as such a vivacious, zany, sweet mother – but you’re hiding behind a mask and I’ve seen the real face. I’ve seen it without its gaudy make-up.

Because of YOU, I missed the swab session at the hall yesterday and now I’m getting antagonistic looks from people and snappy queries as to why I did not give a sample. My head was so screwed up yesterday, it slipped my mind. I had to ring Michelle to get her to organize a special visit by the forensic coppers or whoever the hell they are. Some pathologist person will visit the office this afternoon to wipe my inner cheek with a cotton tip or whatever the fuck they do! THANKS GRACE! Now half the town will think I raped and killed the Moorebank girls.

I chatted to you today – just shooting the breeze.

Let’s do a replay.

I walk into the post office with those two incompetent fools behind the counter like a pair of vaudeville imbeciles – a middle aged, married version of Laurel and Hardy on valium.

Who do I spy walking from the bench to stand beside me? The receptionist from the local medical centre. Grace Templar. That cat-eyed red-head who has the nerve to smile at me and say –

“You’re looking better. Bloody freezing outside, isn’t it? ”

without any hint of what she is really thinking which is

“I’m screwing a local married man and nobody knows and I’m still bow-legged after last night’s effort.”

You really are a consummate actress because if I hadn’t seen it for myself – your filthy fornicating with that swine- I’d think it was all in my imagination. You didn’t have so much as a glimmer of guilt. I know you’re not a religious woman. I’m a lapsed Catholic myself. But Jesus Christ it’s not just because it’s a biblical commandment – it’s just a question of morality. You are hurting people with your secret slut act and yet you smile at me and say, “Bloody freezing out there,” as if you were a nun in church. That’s what really made my skin crawl.

You smiled again with your orange lips and went on,

“Someone told me it’s snowing in Canberra…and I did see a fox early this morning so maybe we’ll see some.”

You laughed like someone breaking a glass. Tinkle. Tinkle. I know there’s some local rural myth about snow predictions and foxes but I don’t really remember it so I just mutter, “Yeah well. That’s right.”

I look at the queue in front of me and the thought of continuing a conversation with you is making me sweat, despite the cold. I point to my watch and roll my eyes.

“I’ll come back later,” I whisper and walk out the door with my unstamped mail in my hand. You disarm me and make me feel foolish. I’m going to drop into your place tomorrow while you’re at work.

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