A job opportunity from Cindi

Before Matt could decide how to respond to his sister's sex-streaming craziness, his phone signaled.

"Hey Cindi. What's up?"

"Can your mother type?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Let me talk to her."

"Okay." He held out his phone. "Mom, Cindi wants to talk to you."

"Who?" At least she whispered.

"You know, my girlfriend, Cindi." Matt made sure he spoke loud enough for Cindi to hear. She was into the girlfriend thing and a little affirmation was probably a good idea.

"Oh." She took the phone. "Hello?"

"About sixty words a minute."

"No, that doesn't bother me."

"Uh, I'd be willing to try."

"No."

"Maybe tomorrow would be better."

"No, I... I'm not dressed for an interview."

"Okay, I guess I could... Matt knows the address....Fine, see you then. And thank you, Cindi."

Both Matt and Karen were increasingly frustrated by hearing only their mother's side of the conversation. The word 'interview' made it pretty clear, though, that Matt was on track in terms of the topic. Well, Cindi had said she was going to do something. Apparently she had.

"Your girlfriend's mother needs someone to deal with medical insurance companies," their mom said. "It's something called a Medical Coding Clerk. It starts at twenty dollars an hour but they'll pay for certification classes and I can earn $30 once I get certified as a Medical Coding Specialist."

"That's great, mom," Matt said. $20 a hour was more than she'd made at the jewelry store although it wouldn't be enough to pay their rent. "And they want you to come over there now."

"Uh-huh. Good thing you stopped me from drinking."

"Yeah, good thing. Quick, Karen. Put on some coffee. Mom, get in the shower and try to pull yourself together. I'll bone up quick on what the hell medical coding is."