B. L. Miller - Accidental Love

Green eyes turned away to stare at the venetian blinds that covered the window. “I was a baby when they died. A car accident. A drunk driver ran a stop light and hit them. That’s all I know.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” She felt bad for bringing the subject up.

“It’s all right,” the young woman said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I don’t remember them. I guess you can’t miss what you never had.” Rose tried to sound casual about it but Veronica suspected it was an act put on for her benefit.

“Who raised you?”

“The State. Sometimes foster families, but mostly I lived in state-run orphanages or homes. As soon as I graduated high school I got a job working as a cashier. I’ve been on my own since then.” Not wanting to continue the topic of her past, Rose changed the subject. “So how’s Tabitha?”

“She’s fine. She likes to purr a lot.”

“Mmm, that means she’s happy,” Rose replied. “You must be good with animals.”

“I wouldn’t know. This is the first time I’ve ever had one.”

“You never had pets when you were growing up?”

“No. My father was allergic to cats and my mother was afraid that a dog would wreck the place. How’d you end up with Tabitha?”

“Oh.” She reached for the water glass only to have Veronica help her. She took a long swallow of the cool liquid before answering. “I found her, or rather she found me. I was walking home one night and she appeared out of nowhere. Just skin and bones. Followed me home. She’s been with me since.” A fearful look came to her eyes. “The landlord didn’t see her, did he? I’m not supposed to have any pets.”

“Actually…he came downstairs while I was there.”

“Oh no.” A worried look covered the young woman’s face. “Was he nice?”

“Not in the least,” Veronica replied. “He seems to think the word fuck is an adjective and should be used every time he opens his foul little mouth.”

“What did he say to you?” The trepidation was evident in her voice.

“Nothing you need to worry about right now.”

“He kicked me out, didn’t he?” While the executive would never consider it a great loss, the young woman was obviously upset by the news.

“Rose, don’t worry about it, please? I promise everything will be all right.” She looked at her watch. “Come on, I think Jeopardy is coming up soon. We’ll sit back and see who gets the most questions right, okay?”

“I like Jeopardy,” Rose said, pressing the button to raise the head of the bed slightly. “There’s a TV in the employee lounge at work and sometimes my dinner break is at seven-thirty so I can watch it. I’m pretty good too, although I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay awake too long.”

“Oh, do you want me to leave so you can get some sleep?”

“No.” She reached out for Veronica’s hand. “Please stay.”

“Sure, just don’t get upset if I get more answers right. No one will play Trivial Pursuit with me.”

“Oh, do you have that? It’s such a fun game. I played it once down at the community center.”

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll bring it in tomorrow for us to play and I promise not to beat you too badly.”

“We’ll see who beats who,” Rose countered with a smile. The Jeopardy theme song drew their attention to the television. “Ooh, it’s starting.” She settled her head back into her pillow to watch the show but before the first commercial break she was sleeping. The dark-haired executive gently tucked Rose’s blanket in and shut the television off. She sat there for several minutes looking at the large casts and the stitches that formed a line on the young woman’s cheekbone.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered before leaving the room.

Tabitha was waiting none too patiently at the door when Veronica returned home. “Mrrow!”

“What? You have food.”

“Mrrow!”

“You have toys and you have food. What more do you want?” Tabitha responded by rubbing against Veronica’s leg, leaving orange and white hairs all over her black slacks. She bent down and picked the feline up, apparently turning on the purr button at the same time. She held the happy cat with one arm and the attache in the other. “Wanna see how the fax machine works?

Come on.”

Veronica’s office was on the first floor near the stairs. Five minutes later the insurance forms were faxed and the dark-haired woman ran upstairs to change into her ‘comfortable’ clothes, namely an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. She glanced at her watch and groaned. She had a meeting first thing in the morning and had yet to review the monthly reports. “I think it’s gonna be a long night, Tabitha.” She plodded over to her desk and turned on her computer, dreading the idea of spending the next few hours pouring over spreadsheets and reports. Of course, the heads of each division would go over the same things with her tomorrow but Veronica prided herself on knowing exactly how good or bad each department was doing before hearing the glossed over version from her relatives. A push of the power button and the computer hummed to life, the Cartwright corporate logo covering the twenty-inch screen. She typed her password and the logo disappeared, revealing the main screen. “Mrrow?”

“No. This is human stuff, nothing up here for you to see,” she said to the anxious cat standing up on hind legs in anticipation of being picked up. Tabitha extended her front claws into the light gray of Veronica’s sweatpants. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Mrrow?”

“No. Go play with your toys.” She turned her attention to the first report, Cartwright Real Estate. Veronica’s younger brother Tommy was in charge of that division. Several tracts of land had been purchased throughout the region in anticipation of building housing developments but they were seriously behind in their growth projections. The timetable had called for one hundred homes to be built and sold, yet as of the end of last month only twenty had actually been completed and barely half of those had bids in on them much less sold. “What am I gonna do with him?” She leaned back in her comfortable leather chair and rubbed her eyes. The movement seemed to be an open invitation to Tabitha, who quickly jumped up onto her lap. “Come on, I can’t get any work done if you’re here.” She gently scooped the purring animal in her arms and set it down on the floor. “Go play.”

The clock in the lower right corner of the computer read 2:53 a.m. by the time Veronica gave up and shut the computer down for the night. She went out to the main room to set the alarm for the night when she spotted the dark blue vinyl checkbook sitting on the entry table next to the library books. Her conscience told her not to look, that Rose’s financial business was her own, but curiosity got the best of her and she found herself sitting on the soft brown leather sofa with the checkbook in hand.

There were not that many entries. The register only went back four months, but it gave a wealth of insight into the life of the woman lying in the hospital. Small, neat writing detailed every deposit, every check. No deposit was over one hundred fifty dollars. Four withdrawals were listed as being for rent, each time wiping out money that had taken most of the previous month to build up. Two entries existed for the power company, and several were written to Money Slasher. Every week deposits of various meager amounts were recorded followed by checks to the supermarket for groceries. The highest check was for slightly over ten dollars and the lowest was for just over five. What Veronica found most interesting were the remaining checks, all written to someone named Delores Bickering. Those checks ranged in amount from five to twenty-five dollars, each one taking what little remained in the young woman’s account after paying for her weekly expenses. Those entries appeared just as often as the checks to Money Slasher. The current balance showed one hundred twelve dollars and change in the young woman’s account, far less than the rent that had been due. Veronica’s eyes went back to the entry for the November rent. It was that week that Rose had purchased the five dollars and change worth of groceries, the register showing a negative amount of two dollars and fifteen cents after that entry. It was the only time that Rose had overdrawn her account and Veronica could not even imagine what the young woman had purchased to try and survive that week.