Masani is holding the fridge door open weighing whether or not to have a midnight snack when Francine, just home from work, opens the door to the otherwise dark kitchen.
They both scream.
"Oh, God, girl, you nearly gave me a heart attack," Masani says, laughing.
"Sorry, I was trying to be quiet because I figured everyone would be sleeping," Francine says, setting her purse on the counter and turning on the light.
"Well, I was going to bed but then I felt a pang of hunger and thought maybe I'd have a snack. Do you want anything?"
"After tonight's shift, I don't want anything to do with food."
"That bad, huh?" Masani says, taking out some hummus from the fridge, "Well, it was a pretty quiet night here. You were working and I don't know where Donald is. In fact, I'm surprised to see you. I figured you'd be with your new boy. How's that going?"
Francine smiles, "Really well. He's been over here a bunch of times, but it's usually during the week when you're at work."
"That's good. Just be careful, my last relationship went really well too until I got divorced. Watch out for yourself."
"Thanks, Mom!" Francine rolls her eyes.
"I'll have to meet him soon so I can give him the Masani seal of approval. Say, have you been watching the news today?"
"No, but I overheard people talking about it at the restaurant. The government's going to bail out Mart Mart, isn't it?"
"Um, hmm. Poor people can starve in the streets for all the government cares but let some rich people lose a little money and the government runs to the rescue. They ought to let those badly-run big corporations fail. Isn't that how the free market works, with people having to take responsibility for bad decisions, and being rewarded for good ones? Instead, it seems like they're encouraging people to screw up more since they know the government will just bail them out."
"Well, the government's run by the rich. They didn't make those big campaign contributions to those politicians for nothing. It's the same old story. What can you do?""
"Get a bunch of peasants with pitchforks to light some torches and march on some rich people's houses."
Francine laughs.
Masani dips some pita chips into the hummus as she leans against the counter and says, "I thought you'd be mad as hell when you heard about the Mart Mart bailout. Girl, you must be in love."
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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