Cree (My Way Series - Book 1) (Volume 1) Read Free Page A

without a bra on, wear your pj pants while grocery shopping, or eat fast food for every meal—it doesn't matter to me! I just want you to be happy! You, my dear, at this exact moment, you are worth 5.6 million dollars. Enjoy it!
     
    Yours Truly,
    Frances May Crazy Pants
     
    PS—Okay, you know, of course, I do have to put my two cents in on how you spend the money, right? I want you to just GO. Just GO wherever your little heart fancies and live your life! Whenever doubt creeps into that pretty brain of yours, remember the word, “Go!” I do ask that you continue on the hunt of a truly orgasmic potato salad. That is the one thing that Aaron’s father ridiculed me for, because I couldn't even make a decent potato salad. I want you to create one of those bucket list thingies, too. If you find that you can’t complete something on your bucket list, don’t get down on yourself! I suggest you say, “Fuck It” and move on! I love you, my dear Cindarelly!
     
    I immediately drop the letter, my entire body shaking and tingling. Holy shit! Hugo rambles on for what seems like an eternity. I don’t understand a word he says. Holy shit! He’s now pushing papers my way with a huge grin on his face. Holy Shit! I know that I’m supposed to be doing something and reacting a certain way, but holy shit!
    I finally snap out of it, since Hugo is practically dry humping the table to get my attention. He informed me that I needed to sign the papers to make everything legal. With the happiest and shakiest fingers, I signed my name. He then passed over a debit card and the business card to my new financial advisor who will be handling all the funds.
    I stepped out into the sunlight in my $12.56 outfit from the dollar store, with my debit card that contained millions of dollars on it. What the hell? What was that Crazy Pants thinking? Holy Shit! I started the four mile walk back to Frances’ house—I mean my house. My mind was spinning and I couldn’t even get a single thought out of myself. Holy Shit! I needed to get a grip, and real soon because I have to get back to my home!
    I was about a mile into my walk when something caught my eye. It was red. It was beautiful. A ‘66 Ford 150 with side steps and a “For Sale” sign in the back window. Like a magnet it pulled me towards it. I couldn’t sway from it if I wanted to. I stood inches away from the magnificent restored truck. It was simply gorgeous. The inside was perfectly restored. It was so very shiny! My heart melted at the sight of this beautiful machine.
    It reminded me of something my Poppy would drive. I still held my Poppy in my heart and thought of him often. The longer I stood by it, the more I knew that it belonged to me. It was my future and would take me to meet my destiny. So I marched up to the little dumpy manufactured home that was labeled the “Office.” I waltzed in with a purpose and within ten minutes, waltzed right back out, the proud owner of a new truck!
    Pulling away in my new truck was the best feeling I have ever had. It’s been years since I drove a stick shift. It felt so great bringing the engine to life and shifting the gears while picking up speed. Yes, this new lady was now my new best friend. My best friend needed a name. I thought for several blocks as I accelerated and shifted through the gears. I thought maybe Lola, Candy, Bonnie, or even possibly Ricky. No, she deserved a badass name. It hit me as I rolled to a stop at 5 th and Lakeland—her name is Betsy. Betsy and I went on our first shopping trip together. We needed to stop and buy a “For Sale” sign and a pair of lime green hooker heels.
    I planned my trip perfectly. It was Wednesday and the Bastard would be arriving at HIS house at exactly 6:45 p.m. So I casually roared ol’ Betsy to a screeching halt into my new driveway, which was perfectly positioned right by his at 6:46. I threw open the door and leisurely allowed each of my long legs to flow out of the truck. I was trying