Tricks Of The Trade- Chapter One.

I started trudging through the snow, it was late December. But it's been pretty damn cold in the last few weeks. I never liked the cold, but this time I was prepared mostly cause of Nancy. She's the woman who won't give me a break and randomly decided to care about me after leaving me and my dad John for a different family. I could probably live in the arctic with all the pairs of wool socks, sweaters and scarfs she sent me! I'm surprised this passed through the post office, with all the wool she used I expected them to sue Nancy for sheep abuse.
As if on cue, my cell phone rang; it was Nancy. I hesitated but answered the call.
" WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED ME BACK!"
" Breath Nancy."
"I will NOT! I was scared half to death. Somebody could have killed you in that god forsaken city! Have you any clue how worried I was? I take back letting you live there with your brother!"
My bother's name is Ely, him and Nancy never really got along, well actually nobody gets along with Nancy other then her creepy ass husband Frank. I would say it's cause he takes back letting Frank marry Nancy I have no clue how he survives.
" Well, not everything happens as planned Nancy. "
" And that's a real shame Chloe Jane."
I was cursed with having two names as one. Plus Chloe Jane doesn't even make any sense. John says they wanted my name to be unique. Yes having stupid kids walk up to you asking if your sure Jane isn't your last name is very unique.
" I prefer only Chloe. I have been through this more then one hundred times." And I hung up. Nancy will call back any minute freaking out, so just to save time I turned my phone off.
I finally slid into my favorite Starbucks on Chambers. I stay away from the one on Church Street, for even though the name sounds holy the thugs on that street aren't the nicest.
When I stepped in I was greeted by Ely. We have coffee together every Thursday, we call it our New York ritual.
He led me to our usual spot; the booth on the left corner. This booth had the best view of Chambers.
"It's your turn to go order" said Ely looking at me expectantly.
I pretended to ignore him and kept looking out the window.
" Hey look! It's the old hobo guy with the pink scarf." I said pointing at the man through the window.
" I already told you, his name is Keven and he isn't a hobo... he just decides not to shave."
" Nope, he's a hobo I can smell him from here." I said plugging my nose to add an effect.
Ely burst out laughing " Okay I'll go order, but next time your ordering for sure"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I mumbled.
Just as Ely left I turned on my phone. 10 missed calls and 15 text messages; all from Nancy. I swear that lady either has problems or decided to send one word in each text. I deleted all the missed calls and texts ... only one caught my eye. It was from the The Arts Institutes, I was very interested in taking some courses in cooking. That was my only excuse to come live in New York with Ely, and it worked.
Ely slid in the booth with my usual white hot chocolate and his coffee. I am not the biggest fan of coffee so of course I get the next best thing.
While drinking our drinks me and Ely play our favorite game; Who's That Freak!? I said the hobo with the pink scarf was the best freak, again Ely reminded me the hobo was a so called "Keven". So I reminded /him that I knew a hobo when I saw one.

After a good half an hour me and Ely left our booth and stepped back into the insane cold.