Chapter Two "Late Night Snack"
Daisy Price spent the rest of the afternoon making phone calls, visiting different firms, and leaving applications just about anywhere for them to hopefully hire her. She was finally both out of places to search for work, and pretty tired from all of the work itself. Calling it quits for the day, she finally stopped at the grocery store to get a bag full of groceries, which she happened to have gotten for free just by talking (and maybe even flirting just a little) to a horny teenaged sacker, who had gawked at her, and eventually decided to buy her groceries for her, even though she hadn't even offered him anything in return, though he probably thought she would remember him, and eventually have sex with him, or something. She had thought he was a little to young (Statutory rape anyone?), but he was cute though.
Eventually, making it all the way back home, she put her groceries away, and checked her answering machine for any calls. There were none. Disappointed, she began to make herself supper. Thirty minutes later, right when she just sat down, and was about to take her first bite of supper, the phone rang.
Putting her fork back on her plate, she said aloud in frustration, "Damn! Always about the time you don't want it to ring, it does!" Quickly, she got up and answered the phone. Picking it up she said, "Hello, this is Daisy Price."
On the other end of the phone line a female voice said, "Yes. Hi, Miss Price. I am Susan from the ABC Shipping Company. Mr. Craftsman has reviewed your application, and was wanting to know if you would be able to come in for an interview tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."
"Why, yes, I'd love to." Daisy replied, who was thrilled to hear such good news.
"I'll let him know you are coming. Thank you, Miss Price." Susan said as she hung up.
Daisy hung up the phone, finished her supper, and because she was so exhausted from all of the walking she had already done today, she changed into a fresh pink silk night gown, and went straight onto bed.
Thirty minutes had passed by, and Daisy had totally fallen asleep when she was awakened again by a knocking on the front door, and the ringing of her doorbell.
"Damn! Just like the phone earlier, when you don't want anyone to bother you, here they come! Just a minute! I'll be right there!" Daisy yelled grumpily as she got up, and placed on a green bath robe before answering the front door.
When she opened the front door, she wasn't totally surprised to see that Mr. And Mrs. Fieldsman was standing there. Mrs. Fieldsman was holding a pie in her hands. She wore a one piece flowery designed dress and sandals, and her hair was in a bun. Mr. Fieldsman stood in front of her, apparently the one who had knocked, and he wore a button up short sleeved palm tree and coconut designed shirt, jean shorts, and sandals.
Mr. Fieldsman spoke, saying, "May we come in, Daisy?"
"Sure, come right on in." Daisy replied, who wasn't sure of quite what to make of the whole situation. She held the door open wider, and motioned for them to come on in.
Mr. Fieldsman came in first, heading straight for the couch and taking a seat. Mrs. Fieldsman came in following him, waited for Daisy to shut her front door, and then handed the pie to Daisy, saying, "This is for you, dear. Hope you enjoy it. It's cherry."
"Why, yes, I love cherry pie. Thank you, Mrs. Fieldsman. I'll just go put it in the refrigerator." Daisy said as she took it and went into the kitchen.
"Please, dear, call me Thelma." Mrs. Fieldsman hollered at her as she was putting the pie away.
When Daisy had returned back to the living room, she found that Mr. and Mrs. Fieldsman were sitting on the couch, leaned back with Thelma's right hand resting on Fred's left knee. Both of them looked happy and were smiling brightly towards Daisy, so Daisy sat down in the chair, and wondered to herself what the two were up to.
