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Change is good...but not great.

 

Hey, there.   It’s me, the girl you probably hate—you know, the tall skinny blonde at the gym, the one who disses you at the water fountain?  I’m here to tell you everything you suspect about me is true:

Yes, I have an easy job making ridiculous money.

Yes, I turned the extra bedroom in my fab Atlanta condo into a closet for my designer wardrobe.

Yes, I have a personal assistant.

And yes, as a matter of fact, my gorgeous boyfriend is a doctor.

My life is beyond amazing and more than I could’ve dreamed of when I was growing up.  My mother might say I’ve “gotten above my raisin’.”  I guess that’s why I’ve become such a diva…and why a part of me has always been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

As much as you dislike women like me (rightfully so because admittedly, even I kind of hate me), you’ll be happy to know when the shoe finally dropped—Christian Louboutin, of course—it landed with a giant, life-changing crash.

I'm Della, by the way.  Della Culpepper.  And trust me—you won't want to miss my freefall into reality.



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 serial will run July 1 - December 31.  The daily episode will be available only for 24 hours (approximately 4am-4am Eastern), so set a reminder on your phone, computer, or fridge to get your free TEMP GIRL fix every day!

 


 

November 22, Wednesday

“HOW MANY POUNDS?” the guy behind the meat counter asked.

I consulted the book I held.  “There will be six of us, and this says one pound of meat per person, so I need a six-pound turkey.”

“I got an five-pound turkey breast, or a twelve-pound full bird.”

I frowned.  “I don’t want a breast, I want legs and stuff.  Besides, six pounds isn’t enough.”

“So the full bird?”

“Isn’t that too much?  Will it fit in my oven?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.  “Lady, I have no idea what kind of oven you have.”

“I think I might be able to help.”

I turned my head to see Charlie standing next to me.  “Where did you come from?”

“The cabbage patch, according to my mom.”  He looked at the guy behind the meat counter.  “The full bird will be perfect.”  Then he looked back to me.  “And yes, it will fit in your oven.”

The guy handed the big bird to Charlie, who put it in my cart.

I frowned.  “I was handling it.”

“Badly,” he said, then he grinned.  “But hey, you’re making Thanksgiving Dinner—I’m impressed.  I’ll bet Kevin is, too.”

“His name is Kyle, and not that it’s any of your business, but he won’t be coming.  He’s going hunting.”

“Really?  I didn’t take the doc for an outdoorsman.  What’s he hunting?  Deer?  Bear?”

“Doves.”

“Ah… that makes sense.  Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, but the day before Thanksgiving isn’t the best time to shop for your ingredients.”

“I… didn’t know that.”

He pointed to the book I held—Fat & Happy, with his big face on the cover.  “Page eighty-two.”

My mouth tightened.  “I haven’t gotten that far.”

“Wow, you got an autographed copy.  I’m flattered.”

“Don’t be.  It was on clearance.”

“Ouch.  Well, since I’m here, I can point you in the direction on some other things if you like.”

“Such as?”

“Got your yams yet?”

“No.”  Then I sighed.  “I’m a little confused about the difference between yams and sweet potatoes.”

He smiled.  “Let’s go to the produce section.”

He was in his element in the grocery, and I let him lead me from section to section to pick the best values in each department.  He was an efficient shopper, and a good tutor, and I confess, by the time my cart was full, his beard was growing on me.  He had steered my cart toward the checkout counter when someone touched my sleeve.

I turned to find the lady from the bakery case standing there with a big smile, and a big ole boxed cheesecake.  “I saw you walk by and since you’re one of our best customers in the bakery, I wanted you to have this.  I know it’s your favorite, and it’s complimentary.  Happy holidays.”

I managed a shaky smile as she placed the huge box in my hands.  “Thanks.”

When I turned back to Charlie, he looked thoroughly amused.

“Don’t say a word,” I warned.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.  Can I help you home with the groceries?”

“Anthony’s coming back to pick me up, but thank you.  I guess you’ll be spending Thanksgiving with Megan?”

“Megan went back to Nashville.”

“Oh?  For the holiday?”

“For good.  Her divorce is over, so it was time.”

“Oh.”  Why did that news cheer me so much?  “Well, if you don’t have plans tomorrow and you’d like to stop by, it’ll be me and my brother and some friends.”

“Sabrina and Susan?”

“Uh, no… those friendships have, shall we say, unraveled.  These are other friends—I think you’ll like them.”

“I appreciate the invitation, but I’m working in a soup kitchen tomorrow.”

Of course he was.  “That’s nice.  Well, thanks for the help with my menu.  Have a good holiday, Charlie.”

He smiled.  “You, too, Della.” ~

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