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Tall, Dark & Lonely (Pyte/Sentinel #1)(10)
Author: R.L. Mathewson

She opened the bathroom door and gagged. It was a new experience all right. The bathroom looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in years, two probably. She pulled the top of her shirt over her mouth so that she could breathe while she made her way to the window above the toilet. She yanked it open, desperate for fresh air.

With that done she slowly turned around and took in the horror. This was a massacre on hygiene. The room smelled of mold, mildew, body odor, dirty clothes, public toilet and dozens of stale cardboard air car fresheners. The combined odor was vomit inducing. She looked around the room. Hanging off every available surface was an air freshener. Some looked pale and old while others looked bright green. That explained the car smell.

In the corner a large pile of damp mold covered towels took up residence. The pile came up to her hips. This would not do at all. She kicked the pile and gagged when the top of the pile dumped over onto the ground, leaving a rotten pile of black slimy fabric. This was the perfect setting for a horror movie.

She moved her attention to the toilet and quickly away. The rings in the toilet were a dark red tint, strange. The toilet was covered with grime and smelled bad. The sink was covered in hard soap scum, dirt, and upon closer inspection she discovered beard trimmings were trapped against the counter in some weird street grunge mosaic. Old rusty razors covered the counter with other discarded trash. Madison looked down at the trash can and laughed. The small trash can was brand new. Well, it had a small layer of dust, but other than that it was the cleanest thing in the bathroom.

She dreaded turning around and seeing the tub. She already knew the floor needed scrubbing, desperately. The tub as she dreaded was an equal match for the sink. There was no trash here. Instead there were several high piles of discarded soap bits. It was scary. She would have nightmares for years after this experience.

Her grandmother said the cleaning supplies were under the sink. She swore up and down that she stocked the small cabinet right after the last renter moved out. Madison had a sneaking suspicion about what she was going to find. Sure enough the cabinet was filled from top to bottom with brand new cleaning supplies. She had to laugh. This really would be a new experience. Not one she was willing to repeat.

Donning the one size fits all rubber gloves she got started. She threw the dirty towels into trash bags. It took four large trash bags to get rid of them all. She had a feeling that her mysterious neighbor used his towels until they were beyond use and then threw them onto the pile. That theory was confirmed by the towel hanging by the shower. It was wearing away in some places and smelled bad. She threw that one away as well, might as well do a thorough job, she decided.

She spent the next four hours scrubbing, scraping, gagging, pleading, and polishing. By the time she was done it was passable even by her strict standards. Every surface shined and the room smelled of fresh lemon. She unloaded her things and left the room. She had too much to do to stand around and admire her work. She could only hope that her neighbor wouldn’t take the cleaning job as a challenge. She didn’t want to do this every week.

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“You look silly, Madison!” Joshua giggled as he ran past her, bouncing the basketball she bought him for his last birthday.

Madison feigned a horrified look. She looked down at her oversized sweatshirt, which covered four other layers. It was freezing. Dear god the outside thermometer read seventy, seventy! Where she lived cold was eighty. This was hell backwards.

She wiped her grease covered hands on her baggy jeans that covered leggings and adjusted her baseball cap and pony tail. “What?”

He giggled some more. She did a little model walk, swinging her h*ps in exaggeration and pursing her lips. “I think I look fabulous darling,” she purred. Joshua cracked up even louder.

“You have oil on your face!” He laughed.

She waved it off. “The oil simply adds texture and illusion, darling,” she said in a snooty voice. Joshua giggled some more as he returned to his bouncing.

Madison returned to the task at hand, making her engine run for another day. Tomorrow she would trade it in and buy a new car since she no longer had to worry about supporting the kids. She wasn’t going nuts. She would spend less than half her nest egg in case something happened, but she really needed a reliable vehicle for work.

“Madison!” Jill screeched.

“Looks like her royal highness didn’t get her way again,” Joshua muttered. For a ten year old he was rather perceptive.

“Why do you say that?” she asked as she fought to loosen a bolt. The damn thing was rusted on tightly. It wouldn’t budge even with WD-40. It had to come off.

“That’s the way she acts now that Candy is around. She’s a total pain.” He bounced the ball. “I don’t understand why she wants to be like her. She’s gross!”

Madison agreed, but didn’t say anything. Her mother dressed and acted like a hooker. She was half worried that she looked that way for a reason. Now Jill was taking after Candy. Speaking of Jill…

“I want to go home right now!” Jill demanded near Madison.

“Lower your voice I can hear you fine.” She continued focusing on that damn bolt.

“That woman told me I can’t wear make-up. I have to earn it, she said,” Jill said mockingly.

“That woman as you like to refer to her is our grandmother so you will call her ‘Grandma’ or ‘ma’am’ if I hear you disrespect her again you’re grounded,” Madison warned. She was usually easy to get along with, but Jill’s spoiled attitude was doing a real number on her nerves.

“Fine! Grandma said that I can’t wear makeup or tight clothes!” she said in a whiny voice.

“Good.”
“Good?”

“Good. That was ending today anyway. You’re starting school tomorrow and you weren’t going like that.” To make her point Madison looked her sister over. Dear god the girl was wearing a plastic mini skirt with a fluffy tight top that showed off her small br**sts and she was shivering. She used to be so reasonable.

“You just don’t want me to embarrass you,” she snapped.

Madison laughed. “First off, we look nothing alike. Secondly, we have different last names and you will call me Miss. Soloman like everyone else. Thirdly you’re not going around looking like a slut for the rest of your life. Have some self-respect.”
“Madison, what’s a slut?” Joshua’s young voice chimed in. She forgot he was there. She winced as Jill gave her a superior look.

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