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later Maria's croaky voice wafts through the intercom, announcing her arrival at the other side of the door.
    “Ciao...”
    “ Maria, honey, I can't get in...can you open the door please?” I ask pleasantly.
    “ Oh, Signor Aaron... So sorry. Signora Garcia, she say no.”
    “ Pardon me?” A cold chill runs up my spine.
    “ No to you. No come in,” she repeats.
    “ You can't let me in?” I'm having trouble believing I'm banned from my own home. “But I live here,” I appeal.
    “ No. Signora Garcia say no more. New lock, see. No Aaron. Sorry, not me.”
    “ It's okay, Maria...I'm getting it...can you pack me some clothes...clothes from room?”
    “ No.”
    “ No clothes?”
    “ All gone. Immondizia, today, gone already.”
    “ My things have gone in the garbage ?” My voice reaches an angry high pitch.
    “ Dispiaci, si.”
    “ Right,” I say, huffing out a long noisy sigh.
    What a day of extremes. No home. No girlfriend. No fucking possessions. At least I have my thirty million to console me. 
    I walk around the back of the building, to the large communal area where the garbage containers are housed, in case I'm in luck. Thankfully it is no longer raining. I'm grateful for that one small mercy.
    I lift one lid. Empty. And the other. Also empty.
    Absolutely fucking marvelous.
    My mother has thrown me out of her house and her life. Erased me coldly and deliberately. And do I care? Actually, no I don't.
    I ceased caring about her when I was twelve years old.
    I think I did very well lasting out that long, living in hope of a miracle. She ceased caring about me before I was even born.
     
     
    HER
     
     
    I wake up and see the sun streaming in through the slats of the window shutters. I smile at the upturn in the weather. It influences my mood heavily when I'm writing, and I need to be in a good one today. Because here is where I feel at my most creative.
    I sit on the side of the bed for a moment. I'm not a morning person.
    I'm sluggish and dozy, and take at least two hours to wake up, despite the coffees I force down my throat.
    I rarely take breakfast. I can't eat much in the mornings, as it makes me feel a little nauseous. I make up for it later in the day though. I can get through a huge amount of food with no effort whatsoever. You'd never know I'm such a glutton to look at me. I'm a little on the slim side.
    I stand and look at myself in the mirror. I'm naked, that's how I like to sleep. I can't stand things twisting around me in bed.
    Hmm, too thin...apart from the girl mountains.
    I have a nice portion of those. Not huge but big enough.
    I thank my mother regularly for the curvaceous top-half genes I've inherited. Dolly Parton has nothing on my mother. It's a shame I didn't get to inherit her matching bottom half as well.
    I turn and look at it.
    I wish I had more of an ass, a proper womanly butt. I'm too girlish in that way.
    Not that the size of my ass matters anymore. As no one will ever get to see or touch it.
     
    I put on some panties and my robe, and slip my feet into my fluffy slop-about slippers. I wash my face and brush my teeth in the bathroom while looking at the amusing, wild state of my matted hair when my cell rings.
    I carry on brushing as I go and answer it. It's my best friend Christine. It must be midnight out there now, in LA.
    “Hiya, babe, how's things.” I answer cheerfully.
    “ Really bad, Kate. God, I hate him,” she squeaks.
    Another fight? This is not a romance made in heaven.
    “Calm down, Chris, please...and tell me what's happened.”
    “ He's such a dick in front of his friends.”
    “ So, what's new?”
    “ He dragged me out of the bar when I complained about the way he was talking to me. Pushed me and shoved me about. It was mainly the drink, I guess. But I was so upset. I had to get a cab back on my own.”
    “ Are you at Ricky's now?”
    “ Yeah. Nowhere else to go, have I?”
    “ Go to my place. Let him cool it and worry for a while. You've still got