Part 3:
Hope does NOT like to shop but Barbie does and often would pull the Mom card and make her go along. She wanted some Mother/Daughter time so Hope hesitantly agreed.
"Are you going to wear that? It doesn't really match, there are holes in your jeans and that hat makes you look like a thug." Barbie said to Hope while she mean mugged her.
"Yep."
"Ugh, fine then. I will meet you in the car."
"Okay, but I am driving." Hope said as she opened the door" and I paid a lot of money for these holes" as she shut the door before Barbie could respond.
Now, Hope is not a girly girl and Barbie knew she was not going to get a ton of these days so she was going to go all out. Little did Hope know Barbie was going to take full advantage and they were getting their nails done complete with a pedicure. She wasn't going to break it to her until they were driving through town.
"Pull in next to the grocery store."
"Why?" Hope grumbled.
"Because I need to buy some nail polish. Will you come in and help me pick a new color?" Barbie said with a grin.
"Huh, why me?"
"Oh come on, I am old and you will have to take me out for sun one day so just start here and make me happy."
"Oh Jesus, fine."
They walked in and Hope heard "Hi, we are here for our 10:00 appointment."
"What the hell, Mom?"
"Oh you are going to love it. Just go with it."
"Scuse me, I have water ready, go pick cower" a small Asian woman says.
"Mom, I am not getting in that little tub."
"Shh."
"Ugh, fine but I hope your insurance pays for a HoverRound when you are old because that sun crap just went out the door."
She sent a friend a text while at the nail salon and it said “Why are there so many colors of nail polish? I mean seriously how many shades of pink could there be? How do I pick one?” Her friend simply replied “lol.” She was serious. It was a hard decision and why was it a laugh out loud experience? Sheesh.
Hope wondered if the 'nail people' were making fun of her toes. "Mom, why are they looking at my feet, then at each other, spout something in Vietnamese and giggle?"
"Hope, they understand English."
"Oh, true."
"We no make fun of feet, we make fun of hat you wear."
"Hey, I like this hat." Hope said with a smile.
"You no wear again, it ugly but you so pretty."
"Ha, I am keeping your tip."
"Oh, hat pretty now."
Hope laughed and Barbie just shook her head. Her daughter was always making friends everywhere she went. People simply liked to be around Hope and she did it so effortlessly. She was refreshing, kind and fun.
After the Asian women were done with them at the nail salon they went to Cash and Carry. Wholesale stores are extremely popular in Washington or hell, maybe they are everywhere but Hope doesn't frequent them much. Mitch owns stock in Costco and believes he must buy everything in the store every few weeks to keep his investment prosperous. Barbie likes a store called Cash and Carry.
Barbie asked Hope to go get a cart. There were no 'regular' types of shopping carts. There were only shopping cart thingamajigs. It had a basket type thing in front of a piece of long steel. It resembled a metal table with wheels and a handle to push. She searched the usual locations and zero carts anywhere. Finally, around the corner of the store she spotted one. Hope grabbed the handle, pushed and immediately the cart hit the wall. "Well shit…it’s broken” she complained. Another attempt and she smacks into the building again. “Ugh, damned it” comes out of her mouth louder than it should.
She pulled back and forth, side to side and tried to get it straightened out. Two women were looking at her shaking their heads and giggling. She dismissed the cackles and went back to the autopsy table on wheels.
She yanked it, side by side, back and forth to get it to move. As she finally approaches the door she begins to swing it wide. An innocent person jumped out of the way. “Ha” she says “I got this.”
Hope proudly pushed her cart past the two bitches who were laughing.
The damn thing is going to the right down the first aisle. A woman is watching Hope go sideways down the next aisle shaking her head as well. “What lady?” She wants to say but refrained from doing so. She hears “you pull.” As she continued looking for Barbie anticipating her next wide turn it finally hits her….OH, she said pull.
Hope told her friend Dorothy of this encounter and she said “You should start a journal of all of your new experiences because they are quite entertaining.”
“Hope, you are such a shit.”
However, Hope got a journal and started writing stuff down. She found it difficult to express herself in words. The first journal entry was: “I went to see a concert tonight with friends. Wow, I like this pen. It writes smooth. OK, bye now.”
It sounded like she had A.D.D. when she read it the next day.
Hope continued on with life. Things were looking up. Her therapy sessions went from twice a week to once a week. She was making progress in getting to the bottom of her sadness. She was still incredibly lonely and sad. Of course Doodie was missed with every beat of her heart. Her journaling was at a new level. Her friend Dorothy stayed on her about sharing them.
To be continued...again.
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