The package was delivered at her door steps in silence. Robin sat near the window of her bedroom since 6am watching her front door, waiting. The doorbell hadn’t work since the last time her father tried to upgrade it to a new and improve one. It was one of his home projects that turned from working to broken. They never knew when their delivery came and to make it worse, the notes on the door were often ignored.
She ran downstairs and flung open the door. The box was smashed, like someone stepped on it. Robin knew exactly who, her dad. He was in his car backing up out of the driveway, waving goodbye. Robin rolled her eyes and instead looked down on the pretty, huge pink box. There was no worry, it was a small dent. Grabbing it she ran upstairs and ripped it open. She had promised herself that the day her dress came was the day she was going to her new house to dress it up. It was going to look just as beautiful as she was going to be. Her guests will love to see her decorated in a fabulously decorated house of her own. The house warming was going to be great.
Robin pressed her dress against her body, posing in the mirror. It no longer looked like the amazing beautiful dress she saw in the store. It was small. She checked the size and yes it was her size, but it was tiny. She tried pulling it over her head, but it wouldn’t pass her shoulders. Frustrated she threw the dress down and screamed. She was going to her new house anyway, with or without this stupid dress. Waiting for the delivery was a waste of time. She slammed open her closet door to see what else she could wear, but there was nothing. Her old black jumpsuit hung in the corner of her closet partially wrinkled, even that looked small. Robin grinned of the thought of the jumpsuit. She had looked fabulous when she wore it during her high school years. They called it a catsuit and nicknamed her cat, because she looked so great in it.
“Maybe I’ll try it on.” Robin said to herself, remembering how she used to look.
She squeezed into it and was satisfied with the fit. A little snug but thank goodness it was a stretchy material. The keys to her new house sparkled from the glare of the sun.
“It’s calling me!” Robin smiled. The house wanted to see her just as much as she wanted to see it. It was her first house. The thought of her owning at a younger age than her parents, was more than fulfilling. At the dinner table she would often brag about how large the rooms were and how big her backyard was. They had smirked.
She grabbed the keys and put on her black skully hat, then dashed out the house only to turn back to grab her red, rain cape. It wasn’t raining, but she saw the ground wet and wasn’t sure if it was going to rain again.
“Shoot!” Robin turned again to head back inside.
She forgot her necklace and her makeup. She never goes a day without them. Today was a special day and she needed to look better than usual, especially when her package came in all wrong. Standing at the front door, she contemplated going inside unsure if she needed her necklace. Her father had given her the necklace. The red star pendant represented how much he loved her and that she can be anything in the world. It was the perfect necklace for this occasion, but her mood was sour from not having her red dress.
Why pretend that it was a good day? It started out all wrong filled with signs that literally crushed her mood. She’s been reading about zodiacs and mysteries of the mind. The author was her new favorite, Blue Bee. They had interviewed her on the radio. Robin was hooked the moment that Blue Bee told her everything about her and her sign. She described Robin exactly without even meeting her. She was the real deal. A real fortune teller and philosopher.
The necklace, according to Blue Bee’s book, symbolized energy and a way into her heart. The moment she learned that, she felt the instant energy run through her body. The necklace was a true source of her power. It made her feel good. She did things that she wouldn’t normally do, accomplished her goals faster than ever, and spoke with such confidence that people feared her. But she didn’t need it today. Her new house was empty and there was no one that was going to stop her from enjoying it. She felt too proud. She turned around to walk away from the front door, but then thought about her makeup.
High school was a thing of the past. Her brand-new dress didn’t fit and she barely squeezed into her catsuit. Who was she fooling? She needed her makeup. Robin turned back to open the door but stood still contemplating about the makeup. She often wore a natural look with a smidgen of a dot on her forehead. Blue Bee suggested that everyone had something on them that brought them energy. It was her dot. Her dot represented the sun which brought fruitful energy into her body and her soul. She needed her dot. But why bother, where was the sun anyway? The sun was playing peekaboo, so why should she care? No one will truly see how she looked. A dull day, meant dull light, which meant dull vision. Who cares? Plus, it might rain. No makeup today. Tired of going back and forth, without leaving her front porch she slapped her hands together telling herself to get going.
Once again Robin turned away from the door and headed towards her glider. She sat on it and turned it on, still thinking and not moving. Did she lock the front door? She glanced back. Yep. She zipped out of her driveway.
The glider was kind of old, but it still works. Her house had been the main focus for her savings, not the glider. After her house, she can put much more concentration on getting something better. It wasn’t three blocks yet before her glider started making noise and stuttering. The sun wasn’t in full force, but she still had some juice left in it, from the charging.
Robin checked her gauge and sure enough she had full power, but the old clunker was barely moving. She reached another light and instead of stopping, the glider had new found energy and bursted along. Robin swerved away from another glider.
“Sorry”. She waved with one hand keeping the other on the handle bar. The bar was getting stiff and difficult to turn. The glider had a mind of its own. There was a parking lot coming ahead. She drove in, but the glider stopped midway and completely shut down.
“Crap!” Robin yelled out.
Light and fashionably correct, one seater. Robin remembered the advertisement. It was an affordable ride to get you from point A to point B, while looking great. It came in a rainbow of colors for anyone who had any kind of flair to them. And she had flair. But right now, she wished she had a match to set it on fire. It was a heavy clunker to push. The famous Rachel Ray, the superstar of All Night Long had advertised the glider as the sexiest vehicle to have with the sun shining on her. Robin was Rachel Ray today. She had Rachel Ray’s sunny hair, thick and flowing; but was a bit thinner and a bit limper, because of the peekaboo sun. She wanted everyone to see her as they saw Rachel Ray.
Her arms were getting tired from pushing the clunker into a parking spot. Heaving and wheezing, she sat down to catch her breath, staring back at the people staring at her. Annoyed she rolled her eyes and looked away. The glider was supposed to enhance her image into another Rachel Ray, but instead it made her look like a disarray. She wanted to scream, but instead Robin peeled off her ownership sticker. She’s no superstar, leaving her glider to rot was the right thing to do.
Robin whistled a tune to calm her nerves. She really wanted to scream, screaming helped. But she was in the public eye and had to be a model citizen as her father had put it many times when she got frustrated. Her necklace and her makeup, she should have worn. It would have offset the day. Maybe even prevented her glider from failing her. Blue Bee was always right, she should have never went against her.
The glider was making her behind sore. The seat was hard as hell. Why she didn’t notice it all the times she’d ridden the glider, she could not fathom. The sun was hitting down hard on her playing the “Boo! I see you.” The catsuit was the wrong thing to wear on a hot day under the sun. It stuck to her body, pasting to her skin. She felt as if she was sweating between her butt cheeks and was afraid that she was showing that she had wet her pants. She needed to feel it, before she could see it. No one better dare look at her either. Robin hovered over the seat of the glider as she strategically took her hand and carefully felt her behind hoping it wasn’t wet.
“Shit!” It felt slightly, but not fully. It was definitely sweaty but wasn’t too bad. She was a bit relieved.
She moved away from the glider to check her reflection on the glare of the advertisement sign. The shadow of her image would tell how bad it looked. She turned to the side and peeked, hoping no one would notice.
“Excuse me.” A man spoke. Robin heart jumped as she turned to look at him.
“Do you need any help? I saw you pushing your glider.” He said.
“Um, I don’t want to trouble you.” Robin said, making sure not to turn around.
“I’m Mr. Rearden Wolfson. I have a motorcycle if you need me to drop you at a mechanic.” His voice was kind and polite. Robin stared not knowing what to say. His voice threw her off from what she saw. He was a tall muscular man but blind like a bat. His glasses were an overly exaggerated bifocals with extraordinary thick lenses. It made his eyes appear larger than the glasses itself, like a magnifying glass.
Robin stuttered, “your eyes. What big eyes.” She caught herself from continuing.
“Oh, oh. These old glasses. It’s the best ones I have. I can see you better than anyone. Trust me it’s my good old pair.” Mr. Wolfson grinned as his eyes wandered to her low cleavage of her catsuit.
Robin struggled to keep her mind straight and orderly, like what Blue Bee had thought. But his teeth was appalling. It was thick, yellow and crooked. Clearly the man had never seen a dentist. It reminded her of an animal, where it needed to be filed down to what normal men look like. She wanted to answer him, but the next thing that came out of her mouth was of a wayward means.
“What big teeth you have? Over there.” Robin pointed to the most crooked teeth that stood out of his mouth. “Yuck!” She thought.
Mr. Wolfson, chuckled. He was used to that kind of reaction. He hated cleaning his teeth and he hated the dentist even more with their high charges and abuses of people’s mouth.
“Well, well. You got me there. No one likes them, but I tell you I can clamp into a good steak like no other.” He laughed. “I won’t hurt you with them. I promise. Please excuse me.” He wiped his drool from his face with his handkerchief.
Robin felt sick to her stomach. What else was wrong with this morbid man. She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her head fell down to the floor, ready to tell him no. But on the way there she saw a surprise. Shockingly. His nails were well manicured. They were a bit long for men’s nails, but still they were clean. He was indeed a peculiar looking man.
“Your nails. They’re clean.” Robin didn’t realize what she was saying until it came out. She covered her mouth with her hands in embarrassment.
Mr. Rearden Wolfson replied, “Well, what about it? Do you need a ride?”
Her pants was questionable and she needed to get to her house, where she would be secure and away from the onlookers.
“Sure. Why not? I’d appreciate it.”