39. Bad Habits
When I hung up my phone, I noticed Mick standing outside my door. She readily admitted she had been eavesdropping on my conversation.
“Who were you talking to?” she asked without a hint of remorse.
“I can’t tell you because of privacy laws,” I said. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t. Aren’t you the least bit embarrassed I caught you listening in?” She wasn’t. In fact, she was proud of her eavesdropping.
“Everyone needs a bad habit, and I kinda like that mine’s not so wicked. What are your bad habits?”
I just shook my head. She suggested I take up gambling. I said I really didn’t think everybody needed a bad habit. “In fact,” I said. “I’ve worked very hard to get rid of some bad habits.”
Today I will work on getting rid of bad habits, wicked or not.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)