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and I wrinkle my nose. The door is halfway open so I push on it until it’s open all the way and step inside. I stop in complete shock at the mess of a man who is in front of me.  His long scraggly beard is the first thing I notice, it’s like he doesn’t care what he looks like or he’s given up caring. His oversize clothes are a huge indicator he has lost some weight, and they are wrinkled and a mess.  He’s in desperate need of a haircut. His hair is long and hangs down past his shoulders. There is a whiskey bottle on his desk and a lit cigarette in an ashtray
    “Are you Mr. Osborne?” I ask completely frightened and confused. This is not at all what I had pictured .
    He smirks and I immediately notice the scar that runs down the right side of his face. “Yes and you’re Ms. Morrow. One of Greggy Boy’s charity cases he sends to me.”
    “Wha—What?”
    He picks up his cigarette and puffs on it then releases the smoke into the air. I wrinkle my nose again. Then he repeats himself, “You’re one of Greg’s charity cases to try to get me to—” he puts the cigarette in his mouth and takes another puff.
    I speak up immediately, not allowing him to finish his sentence before he releases his puff of smoke. “Could I ask you not to do that around me?  It really stinks, plus I have to see my parents later this evening and they’ll swear I’ve been bar hopping on Tuesday afternoon.” 
    He stands and takes another puff and then smashes his cigarette down in the ashtray putting it out.  He walks around the desk and stands directly in front of me.  His hazel eyes lock in on mine. I can smell the alcohol seeping out of his pores and then without notice he releases the smoke from his lungs and blows it right in my face.  I cough, back up and wave my hand in front of my face, fanning the smoke away.  The nerve! My temper flares and I march forward and lean into him. “You know, that’s a really crappy thing to do.  Apparently Greggy Boy, as you called him, has obviously not seen you in a while because you are NOT who he described, at all!  I didn’t come to you as one of Greg’s charity cases; you can call him and ask him if you don’t believe me.  I intended to pay for this all myself and why make me drive all the way over here and meet with you if you aren’t interested in the first place? I really needed help but I’ll figure something else out. I can’t take on dealing with another asshole; I’m already at my limit.”  I turn to leave but stop and spin back around.  “For someone who was supposed to be all that, you aren’t much.” I spin back around and walk out of his office and go straight to my car and drive home.  A shower and a nap is what I need.
    That evening I stay longer than necessary at my parent’s, knowing they’ll beg me to stay the night with them.  And I very happily take them up on their offer of sleeping in my old bedroom where I feel safe.  My last thoughts are about the guy from today and what a mess he is. I don’t know what my boss was thinking .  The next morning I hear a soft tap at the door.  I open my eyes and take in the blurry sunlit room.  I am so tired from being sleep deprived when I first wake up I’m a bit startled then I remember where I am and I say, “Come in.”
    My mother opens the door and sticks her head inside. “Hey, Kinsey, it’s 6, I know you need to get home to get dressed. I have coffee and some breakfast ready if you want some.”
    “Sure Mom, I’ll be there in a minute.”
    I rub my eyes and I feel rested but my neck and back hurt. I slept so hard I don’t think I moved last night.   I sit up and stretch, then climb off the bed.  I slide my shoes and glasses on and walk down the short hallway to the kitchen. My mother is busy back and forth between the waffle maker and the frying pan. “Thanks Mom, the coffee smells wonderful, so do the bacon and waffles.”  Sometimes I sure do miss being home.
    “Well, have a seat.