Jovitrice's Beetle
"You stupid piece of crap car," Jovitrice said as she kicked the tire of her 1999 Volkswagen Beetle. It was the third time that week that it had failed to crank up.
Her beetle had been a present from her grandparents when she graduated from high school in 1999. Now, as a grad student at the University of South Carolina, she had been driving the car for 4 years and it was already in horrible condition.
"I shouldn't have driven it to Charlotte this past weekend," she mumbled to herself as she lifted the hood. She didn't know what she was doing under there. Even though she was working on her law degree, she had no knowledge about cars.
"Who would know what to do about this?" she asked herself leaning up against her car. The heat from the engine was too unbearable for her in the heat of the July sun. She walked around to the drivers side of the car and sat down. As she thought, lots of people came to mind... her brother who was across town at the air force base, her roommate's boyfriend was at work... her ex-fiancee... "He's probably at the park with his kid," she said as she rolled her eyes.
She had just called of her wedding to Andre a month before. It turned out that the ever so cute little boy that he had suggested to be the ring bearer was not his 2nd cousin, but in fact his son. She found out when Andre's brother Terrence asked about his favorite nephew in front of her. She wasn't ready to be a mother... especially to a 7 year old. Besides, Andre lied to her and told her that the boy was his cousin. "Cousin my ass," she said as she rolled her eyes and searched in her purse for her cell phone.
If only the little boy didn't exist, she would have been on her honeymoon to France. She wouldn't even be sitting in her car late for work. In all honesty though, it wasn't the little boy's fault. It was that girl that he had the baby with. Jovitrice didn't understand why the girl didn't just have an abortion or give the kid up for adoption. Andre told Jovitrice that the mother of his child had been a preacher's kid and both of those options were pretty much out of the question. So, they had the child and they stayed together until the girl decided that she wanted to go to college and she turned custody of the boy over to Andre.
"Andre can't raise a child," Jovitrice thought to herself. Jovitrice had been doing everything for him herself. Before she had found out about the boy, Jovitrice moved in with Andre, had been doing his laundry, cleaning the house, running errands, and doing pretty much any and everything domestic. Her studies began to fail and she practically went broke saving up money for the wedding. They were practically married. They even shared bills and got a joint bank account. When she called off the wedding, he pretty much put her out on her own. He had been the only one working since she stayed around the house and went to classes, so he took all the money. This is why she had no money to get her car fixed.
"Damn it!" she said as she slammed her cell phone down on the passenger seat. She had just realized that Andre was in charge of the phone bill and had cut the service off, so she was stranded with no way to call for help. She began to cry. "Maybe I should have just stayed with him," she said to herself through her tears. "I mean, he did love me. I was just too selfish. I could have handled that little boy. He was cute... just like his daddy."
Jovitrice sniffed and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her blouse. She looked around the parking lot of the grocery store.
"Do I have to go back to mommy's this afternoon, daddy? We had fun this weekend, right?" a little girl's voice said.
"You know you do, Mya," a man's voice said. "And you know your mother will be really upset if we are late. It seems like daddy can't do anything to please mommy."
"Well, she always says she's glad you are gone after you drop me off," the little girl said.
The man laughed a little, "Well, I'm glad when I leave too--just not too happy to leave you."
Jovitrice thought for a moment. "Nah," she said. "Seems like he's already late anyway." She looked in her rear view mirror and checked her makeup and wiped away some mascara that had been running from her tears. She prepared to go up to the grocery store and use their phone. All of a sudden, there was a man standing at her window.
"Excuse me, but do you need a little help?" It was the man that had been speaking to his little girl. The little girl, who was about 5 years old was standing to his left.
"Well, actually," Jovitrice began, "I do. But it seems like you might be a little busy."
"Yeah, daddy. You don't want mommy do be mad at you, do you?" the little girl said.
"Mya, honey, I think your mother can wait," the man said to his daughter. "Carl," the man said, offering his hand to Jovitrice.
"Jovitrice," she smiled offering her hand.
"Well, Jovitrice, lemme take a look at this, and then maybe instead of me charging you for labor, I can take you out sometime?" Carl said with a smile.
Jovitrice looked at Carl and then she looked at the little girl to his left.
"Is it okay if your daddy helps me out right quick, honey?" Jovitrice said to Mya.
"Yes ma'am," Mya said. "You sure are pretty."
"Thank you, sweetie!" Jovitrice smiled. "Well, Carl, it looks like it's okay with her, so it's okay with me."
"Great," said Carl rubbing Mya on the head. Jovitrice patted Mya on the back and walked to the front of the car with Carl.
Carl and Jovitrice got married a year and a half later. Mya was the junior bride. Jovitrice's Beetle held out just long enough for them to trade it in for a family sedan.
Her beetle had been a present from her grandparents when she graduated from high school in 1999. Now, as a grad student at the University of South Carolina, she had been driving the car for 4 years and it was already in horrible condition.
"I shouldn't have driven it to Charlotte this past weekend," she mumbled to herself as she lifted the hood. She didn't know what she was doing under there. Even though she was working on her law degree, she had no knowledge about cars.
"Who would know what to do about this?" she asked herself leaning up against her car. The heat from the engine was too unbearable for her in the heat of the July sun. She walked around to the drivers side of the car and sat down. As she thought, lots of people came to mind... her brother who was across town at the air force base, her roommate's boyfriend was at work... her ex-fiancee... "He's probably at the park with his kid," she said as she rolled her eyes.
She had just called of her wedding to Andre a month before. It turned out that the ever so cute little boy that he had suggested to be the ring bearer was not his 2nd cousin, but in fact his son. She found out when Andre's brother Terrence asked about his favorite nephew in front of her. She wasn't ready to be a mother... especially to a 7 year old. Besides, Andre lied to her and told her that the boy was his cousin. "Cousin my ass," she said as she rolled her eyes and searched in her purse for her cell phone.
If only the little boy didn't exist, she would have been on her honeymoon to France. She wouldn't even be sitting in her car late for work. In all honesty though, it wasn't the little boy's fault. It was that girl that he had the baby with. Jovitrice didn't understand why the girl didn't just have an abortion or give the kid up for adoption. Andre told Jovitrice that the mother of his child had been a preacher's kid and both of those options were pretty much out of the question. So, they had the child and they stayed together until the girl decided that she wanted to go to college and she turned custody of the boy over to Andre.
"Andre can't raise a child," Jovitrice thought to herself. Jovitrice had been doing everything for him herself. Before she had found out about the boy, Jovitrice moved in with Andre, had been doing his laundry, cleaning the house, running errands, and doing pretty much any and everything domestic. Her studies began to fail and she practically went broke saving up money for the wedding. They were practically married. They even shared bills and got a joint bank account. When she called off the wedding, he pretty much put her out on her own. He had been the only one working since she stayed around the house and went to classes, so he took all the money. This is why she had no money to get her car fixed.
"Damn it!" she said as she slammed her cell phone down on the passenger seat. She had just realized that Andre was in charge of the phone bill and had cut the service off, so she was stranded with no way to call for help. She began to cry. "Maybe I should have just stayed with him," she said to herself through her tears. "I mean, he did love me. I was just too selfish. I could have handled that little boy. He was cute... just like his daddy."
Jovitrice sniffed and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her blouse. She looked around the parking lot of the grocery store.
"Do I have to go back to mommy's this afternoon, daddy? We had fun this weekend, right?" a little girl's voice said.
"You know you do, Mya," a man's voice said. "And you know your mother will be really upset if we are late. It seems like daddy can't do anything to please mommy."
"Well, she always says she's glad you are gone after you drop me off," the little girl said.
The man laughed a little, "Well, I'm glad when I leave too--just not too happy to leave you."
Jovitrice thought for a moment. "Nah," she said. "Seems like he's already late anyway." She looked in her rear view mirror and checked her makeup and wiped away some mascara that had been running from her tears. She prepared to go up to the grocery store and use their phone. All of a sudden, there was a man standing at her window.
"Excuse me, but do you need a little help?" It was the man that had been speaking to his little girl. The little girl, who was about 5 years old was standing to his left.
"Well, actually," Jovitrice began, "I do. But it seems like you might be a little busy."
"Yeah, daddy. You don't want mommy do be mad at you, do you?" the little girl said.
"Mya, honey, I think your mother can wait," the man said to his daughter. "Carl," the man said, offering his hand to Jovitrice.
"Jovitrice," she smiled offering her hand.
"Well, Jovitrice, lemme take a look at this, and then maybe instead of me charging you for labor, I can take you out sometime?" Carl said with a smile.
Jovitrice looked at Carl and then she looked at the little girl to his left.
"Is it okay if your daddy helps me out right quick, honey?" Jovitrice said to Mya.
"Yes ma'am," Mya said. "You sure are pretty."
"Thank you, sweetie!" Jovitrice smiled. "Well, Carl, it looks like it's okay with her, so it's okay with me."
"Great," said Carl rubbing Mya on the head. Jovitrice patted Mya on the back and walked to the front of the car with Carl.
Carl and Jovitrice got married a year and a half later. Mya was the junior bride. Jovitrice's Beetle held out just long enough for them to trade it in for a family sedan.
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