July 2nd, 207
Jolly Roger's Journal
When the hell will I ever learn?
You don't tell a woman whose biological clock is chiming with church bells that maybe she ought to get some baker to put a bun in her oven. You really don't do that just after you told her you fucked up a couple of business deals, and you seriously don't do that if she's curled up with a comforter in the couch, watching some sappy chick flick and shoving down icecream right out of the tub.
Too bad I didn't gain that wisdom before I was dodging an icecream scoop. Heck, I thought it was a good joke at the time... for all the five seconds that lasted.
I hate Auntie Red. Something always goes wrong when she's giving Hilde a visit, and I'm usually the victim. I know Hilde needed a day off, but she's better at negotiating than I am. She's got stone skin for remarks and a way of turning the tables without anyone noticing.
I, on the other hand, can't stand slights. If I'm pissed, I'm not afraid to share what's on my mind. It's not like I meant to fuck up the deal, but when Biggs over from Ronald's Recycling drops a quip about the 'all-girl team' of Maxwell Salvage, he'd better expect to get a quick knee in tender places, especially when he serves the remark with this silky-smooth used-car-salesman grin of his.
It's okay, though. He probably won't be smiling much between now and the dentistry bill, thanks to my follow-up left hook.
Whoever came up with 'home, sweet home' can't have spent much time there. Can't wait to get out of here. A couple more hours, and I can probably excuse myself and get out to the spaceport. Won't be a shuttle until morning, but I'll probably sleep better at the departure hall than I will here. She needs time to cool off, and as long as I'm here, it'll just take longer.
I'll buy some flowers to send back to her on my way earthside. She'll still be pissed, but I know she'll appreciate them. Maybe I'll feel less guilty for not having her along - but she's the one who insisted I go alone. She said that by the sound of the invite, Quatre's thing is 'for the guys' only. That cracked me up, but I didn't tell her why. I mean, I could be wrong about Quatre, and that's one thing I don't want to mess up - the few friendships I've earned.
Hilde will probably make some calls tomorrow and save some of the contracts, leaving us with plenty to do when I get back in a month. It's the usual. I'm the 'Maxwell' part. She's the 'Salvage'. And salvation.
- 'fear the reaper no more,' - Little D.