The Robles Family Ch. 08
Rubbing a warm hand against this damp forehead, Pablo Junior glanced at the bright green lawn he’d just finished mowing. The nineteen year old had been hoping to finish with the assorted yard work by twelve, but his Aunt Cecilia, or Cessy for short, had kept coming up with one chore after another, effectively prolonging the agony of being out there in the scalding sun. And then, just when he was about to get the grass done, she’d very conveniently hopped into her silver Honda and driven away, with neither flash nor mention of the twenty bucks she’d promised to pay him. It had been bad enough that he hadn’t been able to get a job the last couple of weeks, with that drug misdemeanor permanently blackening his record, but now, to do all this stupid yard work and get stiffed by his own aunt?
With a grimace, he glanced at his last appointed task; to break up an old couch into smaller pieces and toss it into the garbage. “Fuck!” He cursed out loud, knowing that the big garbage tub was already near capacity. No way all that debris was going to fit, and if he knew Aunt Cessy, she would start deducting dollars from his promised pay. “Fuck!” He exclaimed again, aiming these particular obscenities towards all judgmental employers, law enforcement in general, and his cheapskate aunt in specific. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
[Read more →]
