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homes in Florida.
         I took
the stairs two at a time, holding the fake fur of my jacket over my mouth. I
shoved the key into the lock and turned back and forth but the door wouldn’t
open. Sometimes it freezes, so I threw my body into the door and tried again
and it opened. I entered my apartment just as it started to snow. My answering
machine was flashing three new messages. I punched play and listened while I
took off my jacket and gloves. Dead air. Beep. “Hi Brandi, that was me before.
Sorry. Call me back.” Beep. “Sunny, Sam. I want you to return the DVD you
borrowed.”
         I
was halfway through that movie and it was really funny. I planned to watch it
tonight while I ate handfuls of semi-sweet chocolate chips and washed them down
with instant cocoa with marshmallows. I walked over to the cocktail table, picked
up the package, read the back, and then opened it. Pushing down on the center
clips, I withdrew the DVD disk and placed the package back on the table. I
walked to the patio doors, unlocked, and slid the door open. A cold burst of
air blew into the apartment. Ignoring the cold, I walked out onto the snowy
balcony and tossed the disk like a Frisbee toward the dumpster. I missed and it
landed behind a car that was in the process of being backed out of its parking
space. I heard a crunch and smiled. Take that Sam! I walked back in, slid the
door into place, and locked it. Returning to the table, I picked up the
package, walked into the kitchen, and tossed it into the garbage can. I know I
bit off my nose to spite my face but I felt compelled to do it. Besides, Donna
gave me a book I wanted to start.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
    Sunday,
February 12th
     
     
    A foot
and a half of new snow had fallen during the night and I woke up Sunday morning
with the beginning of a migraine. I got out of bed, tripped over my throw rug
and crashed into my dresser. Swearing under my breath, I made it to the
bathroom and downed a couple of migraine caplets. I looked across the hall into
Brandi’s bedroom. The door stood open and I glimpsed a naked male butt. I know
this sounds strange; the butt looked familiar. I sneaked into the room for a
better look. He turned over and my mouth dropped open.
         “What
the fuck?” I swore loudly, and covered my mouth. I usually try hard not to say
the f-word to avoid sounding like a truck driver. At this moment, all other
words escaped me.
    I know I broke up with him, but wasn’t it a little soon to
hop into bed with my roommate? I felt like kicking him in the head. Instead, I
did the next best thing.
    I went back into my room and quickly got dressed as quietly
as I could. I tiptoed into the living room, grabbed my jacket off the coat
tree, and slid on my boots. With my keys in hand, I ran down the stairs and
plunged through the knee-high snow to Sam’s truck.
    That truck always meant more to him than me. I looked around,
and when I was sure no one was watching, I ran my key from his front right
fender to the truck bed for good measure. Revenge! Ha! Now I had to cover my
tracks. But how? I was stumped only for a moment. Like a squirrel playing, I zigzagged
through the parking lot making trails to different cars, which was no easy feat
in almost two feet of snow. I ran up and down the set of stairs in the rear of
the apartments, kicking up the snow as I went. Sure that my trail could not be
followed, I went back upstairs and quietly let myself in.
    I peeked again in Brandi’s room and they were both still
sleeping. I changed back into my pajamas and looked at myself in my dresser
mirror. My cheeks were bright red from the cold and my heart was beating hard.
I think I was close to hyperventilating. When my heart rate slowed, I went into
the kitchen to make some coffee.
     
     
    I was
sipping my coffee when Brandi pranced in. She wore a lacey robe over a pink
teddy. “Hi, Sun,” she said sweetly. “Um, I hope you won’t be mad, but Sam and I
ran into each other at