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I was marrying my girlfriend of five years in two weeks, and I was terrified. I splashed cold water on my face and grabbed my car keys. I had to see Becky before I lost my marbles. I wasn’t sure how it was going to be after the 14th of March, I didn’t know how I was going to keep up with the lies. Should I break up with her? Should I lie and tell her I was going away for work for a long time? I…
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Writing Humour - Looking for inspiration
Because writer’s block has hit. And hard.
Gurafiku
GIRLS LIKE US, by Laurie Elizabeth Flynn
I loved when Siobhan got fat. You could tell she hoped nobody noticed. She always used to wear super-tight clothes. It was too much and not enough. It’s like nobody ever taught her that if you’re going to show your legs, cover up your boobs. Maybe nobody did teach her. We all knew the rumors about her mom, that she was out getting drunk five nights a week. But they were just rumors, because Siobhan didn’t have any girl friends to invite over who would actually know. And besides, having a crappy mom is no excuse for how she acted.
When she started getting fat, she came to school in frumpy clothes. Overalls and hippie-style dresses and hoodies. She let herself go. And I loved it.
It probably makes me sound like a bitch that I enjoyed Siobhan getting fat. But she stole my boyfriend, or the guy who would have been my boyfriend if she didn’t sleep with him first, just like she slept with everyone else. Kevin was supposed to be mine. Everyone knew I liked him. Everyone knew we made out at my birthday party the weekend before school started. Everyone saw his hand on my ass, his lips grazing my cheek. They saw us go into my room together. What they didn’t see was when Kevin put his hand under my shirt and I slapped it away, and what I never told anyone was how stupid I felt after, that I should have let him touch me.
Siobhan obviously did.
I wasn’t supposed to want him after that. Nobody wanted Siobhan’s leftovers. It was like when a dog pees on a tree to mark its territory and everyone else is grossed out by the smell. But I didn’t stop wanting him that easily.
So Siobhan got fat. Kevin dumped her. Or just stopped seeing her. They were never in a real relationship anyway.
Kevin started texting me again. Just normal stuff, the kind of crap I talked about with my friends. What we were watching on Netflix, lame parents, stupid teachers. I wondered if he wanted me back, but that was impossible, since he never had me in the first place.
I got my answer one night when he texted me something different. I miss you.
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The moment I start to feel under appreciated I distance myself. I don’t care to be anything to anyone who doesn’t crave me. I don’t want to be anywhere that I’m not missed every time my presence is missing…
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Brian’s Secret.
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A Costly Act of Kindness
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You’re playing connect the dots with the open wounds you left on my heart. So I drown myself each night, only to surface again in the morning gasping, choking on your name. You have a hidden agenda but you’re storing it in the most obvious places, and you’re laughing with the Joker but I don’t think it’s funny. I’d ask you to settle down but I know there’s no point. You’re wound up like floss, weaving yourself in and out of my smile. Push a little harder and I’ll start bleeding. You typically dish out your love in equal portions but I want a second helping. You give the second helping to someone else and they eat your heart out. I don’t know where to keep these pieces of you that got left behind. Your suitcase was too full with knives and pills and pieces of her and pieces of me. I think about all the things you’ve said to me everyday, and I remind myself that I cannot hold someone to their words when they are speaking in theatrical soliloquies. And now I’m searching for you in everyone I meet. But apparently you only get the chance to meet with the Devil once.
causings || so I’m on my way to Hell to find you. (via wnq-writers)
I remember things, I remember so clearly, especially those things that I don’t want to remember.
A sudden flash from her necklace caught his attention, and he reached out to stroke the silver charm hanging from the silver chain. “Your necklace,” he said as he took a closer look at the charm, “it’s a tiny dove and it’s beautiful.” She stopped looking at her phone and tilted her head down to peer at the necklace around her own neck. The silver tiny dove charm sat on his fingers as he softly caressed it. “Yeah,” she agreed, “it’s one of the many things I treasure dearly in life. I can’t go anywhere without it.” He let the charm slip back onto her skin and looked at her. “Who gave it to you?” There was a long pause before she opened her mouth to give her answer. “Someone with dark brown eyes and they were a brown so dark, they seemed almost black. Someone who loved birds because of their ability to fly freely in the sky. Someone who would always kiss my tears away. Someone who would always understand me in every way and even if he didn’t understand, he would always try to. Someone who would always slow down his pace to match with mine whenever we walked together. Someone who once ran two and a half miles just to tell me he loves me.” “Someone who would stay up all night,” she said, “just to listen to me sobbing my heart out. Someone who held me like I was so fragile, like I would break if he were to mishold me. Someone who put his trust on me, when he couldn’t even trust himself. Someone who couldn’t resist my kisses no matter how mad he was at me. Someone who would always say goodnight no matter how big the fight would be. Someone who never forced me into doing anything.” “Someone who would always respect my decision; me entirely. Someone who would patiently and also impatiently wait for a conclusion when I tried to explain something. Someone who find it hard to speak of his true feelings but find it easy to express them through actions. Someone who once promised that he would come back home with my favorite blueberry cheesecake to celebrate our third year together but…” Her shaky voice trailed off. “But what?” She drew a deep breath, struggling to keep her tears at bay before she proceeded to finish her sentence, “He didn’t make it back. He never made it back home.”
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I Didn't Kill Him
I Didn’t Kill Him
Sofia stretched languidly. She felt the knots in her knee bones pop. She loved that sound. Stretching her legs farther, she came into contact with Maina’s feet. A smile crept up her smooth, lovely face, and then disappeared just as quickly. Shit! She grabbed her phone from the wooden drawer next to the bed. It was off. She scanned the room. It was a complete mess. What had happened last night?…
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The Light Skin Meeting
I witnessed a light skin meeting last night. At Road House. I’m a dark skin, all the way through to my blood. Whenever I scratch myself and some blood spills out, I’m always surprised that it isn’t black. So you can be sure that I was staring at them. I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t noticed them at first, but one of my friends nudged me and said, Kwani hii ni meeting ya light skin? I looked over and alas, it was. They had been arriving one by one, but I was enjoying my drink and having a good time so I hadn’t paid attention to their skin color.
Before the group’s number increased to around seven, there were only two girls at the table, and they weren’t talking to each other. So I assumed that they were not together. But then one of them saw something funny as she was scrolling down her phone and burst out laughing. I think she’s one of the only few that really mean it when they type dying with laughter, dead, cremated, on those Instagram, Facebook comments. So she reaches over to the other girl and shows her whatever it was that was so hilarious. Her friend laughs even louder, then goes back to her phone. Next to their table was a group of around five guys who kept stealing glances at them and whispering furtively. We all know what they were trying to do, don’t we?
I went back to my drink pretending to mind my business when a guy showed up and alas, he was a light skin. He hugged the girls, sat down and they started chatting away. Then two more light skin ladies showed up. That’s when I drew my attention to what they were all wearing. Light skin one had a short grey silk dress with a black zipper going down her back. Shoes? I can’t quite remember. The hair was either a wig or a weave, I couldn’t tell. Light skin two had black leather pants with a white vest, white blazer and nude heels. Light skin three, this one was cute. She had blue jeans, white vest, I think, heels… can’t remember. But she had beautiful eyes and a dope smile. I can’t remember much about light skin four but I remember she had a mean looking face which really stood out.
That’s when the meeting started.
Light skin three: Is this that top you were wearing on Instagram?
Light skin two: Which one?
There’s nothing as painful as eavesdropping in a club. You strain your ear muscles so hard your neck veins pop out. Also, I have this vein thing on my forehead which really pops when am stressed or excited. Let’s just say when am feeling emotional whether positively or negatively. I was quite a picture. I was making sure no word escaped me. I almost LOLd when light skin two asked, which one, because she was wearing it. Maybe these are the perks of being a light skin. You get a smaller brain so your head is lighter to accommodate six packs of weave. A dark skin like me can’t wear more than two packs. My head is already heavy from too much brain.
Light skin three: The one you’re wearing. This white one. It’s on today’s Instagram yeah?
Light skin two: Oh eeee, I thought you meant you’ve seen it before on Instagram. Honey I don’t repeat outfits on my page.
Then they high-fived. I sipped my drink.
Things got a bit dull after that because they were ordering drinks and Instagramming a lot. I went back to my drink and friends, who I had forgotten about. We were talking and laughing and having a good time when all hell broke loose.
Who’re you calling a gold digger? How dare you call me a gold digger and you don’t even know who the fuck I am?
Oh shit what did I miss?!
Nigga if you can’t pay for a drink then don’t order it. I can pay for my drinks. Pesa kidogo kama hiyo ndio inakubabaisha?
Uh-oh.
Fuck you nigga. Bill ni sijui 1,300 na unaleta shida. I can pay and I will pay for it. Ati gold digger. I’m a grown woman I can take care of myself. I pay my bills! Shindwe pepo. This was light skin two and she wasn’t happy. All the other light skins chimed in, going in on this poor guy. So I looked over to see what this pepo looked like and it was one of the five guys who had been checking them out earlier. He was almost fat and unfortunately a dark skin. He was obviously drunk. His eyes were almost shutting but not quite. His lips were slightly parted, he had a stupid look going on which didn’t help his case. He was mumbling insults but it was nothing compared to a group of seven light skins. His friends came to his rescue and assured the girls with a lot of apologies that they would sort it out and please, forgive our friend ni kulewa amelewa.
Light skin two: Ata kama amelewa he shouldn’t talk to people he doesn’t know like that! Kwani anadhani drink moja ni nini. Fala dush. A quick look at fala dush, his chin was almost touching his chest. He was gone.
Sorry, honestly, we apologize, it won’t happen again.
Light skin three: It better not! Jinga.
I quickly tried to assess the situation. The pepo/fala dush, had bought light skin two a drink hoping for a conversation and a number or something, realized it wasn’t going to happen, and when it was time to pay the bill, he had it sent over to the girl because he hadn’t succeeded in anything anyway. Right? That’s what my heavy brain worked out. So the guys woke up their friend, stood up and started making their way out. The one who had offered his apologies stopped by the girls’ table.
I’m just here to apologize again for my friend. He was wrong to…
Very wrong! They said in unison.
I know I know, nobody should treat ladies like that. I am embarrassed and I just want to say sorry.
Light skin three, the one with the dope eyes: Ni sawa, we’re over it.
I know, but I just want to apologize.
Light skin one: Apology accepted, we’re over it. We don’t want to dwell on negativity tonight! Today is a night of ratcheting!
Light skin five: Hear hear! Ha ha ha ha! We’re going down tonight!
Sawa you girls have fun, and if you need anything, anything at all, am seated over there. He points to somewhere inside the club.
I’m not leaving, am still around, so if you need anything, just come to me over there.
Light skin two: Sawa, basi. Thanks! We’re over it. We’re going to dance,
Light skin seven: To twerk!
Light skin four: To fuck!
All of them light skins: Ha ha ha ha!
Light skin one: Yes! Sexercise will heal all our wounds.
Light skin three stands up and moves her hips to the music making sex noises.
All of them light skins: Ha ha ha ha!
Light skin two: Ebu we snapchat this ASAP!
Then light skin two gets a phone call.
Hello, uko? Sawa nakuja na wote! Tuko wote.
Then she goes back to the excited group.
After the madness died down, everyone went back to Instagram.
I went back to my drink. This light skin business is not a light matter.
The Prodigal Sister
Michelle hadn’t seen it coming. There was no phone call, no message, not even a letter. She woke up one Saturday morning, and as she walked down the stairs to make herself a cup of tea, she saw a human form seated at the bottom of her glass door. Her heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? She stood there staring, waiting for some form of movement, some form of familiarity. Whoever it was had their head covered up in a dark green hood. Michelle slowly inched forward. Her heart beat a little faster. Maybe she should go back upstairs and wake her husband. But what if she came back to find this person gone? No. She was going to find out who it was. She moved closer to the door. That’s when she saw the suitcase, and her heart sank.
It had been three years since she had last seen her sister. One day she had woken up to an unmoving body on the bed opposite hers. When she had tried waking Sharon, the perfectly folded beddings crumbled beneath her fingers.
“Mama! Sharon’s gone!” she had screamed. Her mother had bounded into the room, hands covered in flour. She had been making mandazi. They had stood there, surprised but not really surprised because it wasn’t the first time. Sharon had been the wild, carefree one, the one who didn’t follow the rules.
“She’ll come back.” That was all their mother had said as she turned back and went back to preparing breakfast. She hadn’t come back. She had sent a message a week later saying not to worry, am fine, blah blah blah. Michelle hadn’t cared. She had her own life to live.
Then she got married. She had sent Sharon the invitation but there had been no reply. She had tried to call but there had been no answer. So she went on and got married and moved away from home and started living her life.
Now Sharon was sitting at her front door with a suitcase tagging along.
She slowly lifted her hand and placed her fingers on a green button. The figure outside jolted from a deep sleep. Sharon turned around and then stood up. Her sister stood on the other side of the door. Michelle looked amazing, definitely well taken care of. Her hair was tied up in a blue silk head wrap with a beautiful print that matched her lingerie. Her face was smooth, free of the troubles of life that seemed to plague people on the other side of town. Her legs were still as long as and as perfectly sculpted as she could remember. Her nails were manicured, and her hands looked well-scrubbed. It was 6 o’clock in the morning, but Michelle looked better than Sharon did her entire life. Big house, long driveway, glass doors and all. Nice neighborhood where you could actually hear birds chirp in the morning. She had married the right man. She remembered the wedding card she had received from her, complete with little pearls and lace. She hadn’t wanted to embarrass herself nor her sister on her special day, so she had decided to skip the festivities, not before silently wishing her well.
Her Tony couldn’t have given her anything like what stood around her. Not if he robbed twenty banks in one day. She had loved him though, with all her heart, until she had unexpectedly called up on her best friend only to find Tony…
The door slid open, and the sisters were face to face again.
“Sharon.” Michelle’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion. She didn’t know what to say or what to feel. It’s not like Sharon had been kidnapped and had now been delivered after the payment of a hefty ransom. No. Her wild ways had led her away from her family. Unapologetically. She looked rough. Her eyes were big and hollow. Her skin was flaky. That was all she could see, as the rest of Sharon was covered up in a moldy outfit.
“Michelle.” It was obvious there would be no hugs. Sharon didn’t know whether to smile or crunch up her face. Maybe a poker face would do. “I’m sorry to spring up on you like this. So much has happened. Can we go in and talk?”
Michelle cleverly switched her eyes to the suitcase.
“I just need a place to stay for a few days and we can also catch up. I’m really sorry about this.”
Michelle nodded listlessly. Halfheartedly, she moved to the side to let Sharon in. She caught a whiff of cheap perfume. Probably one of those that were dubbed “designer” and injected into tiny bottles using a syringe. Sharon had lost some weight, but it hadn’t done her any good. She looked straight up malnourished. Michelle shook her head. Honestly, she didn’t care. But they were sisters, for all that mattered.
***
Tony’s mind was blank for a long time. There was a fog hanging over his head and it accompanied him at all times; when he woke up, when he went about his day, when he crept into bed. He half expected to wake up with a missing body part each day, but he knew that’s not how the virus killed you. Still, he expected it. It made him paranoid, the fear of death nearly choked him every time he thought about it, which was all the time. He would stare at his body in the mirror, sometimes he swore he could see himself lose weight. If only Sharon was here to comfort me, he thought, but he knew she wasn’t coming back. He couldn’t blame her, it was all his fault. She was his world and he had caused it to collapse all around him. One night he woke up to the feel of podgy fingers curled around his throat, cutting all the air. He struggled and thrashed around, he opened his mouth so wide, but no air seeped into him. He kicked his legs, all the while thrashing his arms wildly about and that’s when he woke up. He was sweating and he was scared. That’s when he knew he had to find her otherwise he would die. He was sure of it.
***
Sharon, didn’t talk much over the days, and Michelle didn’t ask any questions. Michelle told herself that if her sister needed to talk, she would do it on her own accord. She wasn’t a child, and surely she knew this? Michelle was still angry at her for deserting her family, and she wasn’t about to play nice. She swore she would keep her mouth shut until Sharon either decided to talk or realize she was not wanted. She hoped it would be the latter. If they had met under different circumstances, maybe it would have been different. But like this? She had literally appeared from nowhere! Sharon on the other hand knew there was no way she was letting Michelle into her twisted life. What she needed was time to think and figure things out. She wasn’t looking for psychiatric services. So they mostly ignored each other. It was Patrick who struggled with creating conversation and it was painful to witness. He really didn’t know what to say.
“Hey Sharon, how was your day?”
“Ok.”
“So what do you think of this place?”
“It’s huge, if that’s what you mean.”
“No no no, I mean are you settling in well?”
And at that point Michelle shot him a look that went right through his head.
“I’m ok. I like it here.”
Which made Michelle rise from her seat and disappear into the kitchen, with Patrick hot on her heels.
“Look, am just trying to make sure, she’s comfortable, alright?”
“She doesn’t need to get comfortable! I want her out. I want her out, Patrick. She has come in here and she has disrupted our lives. I have too much to worry about already. I don’t need to worry about her too.”
“Where would she go? C’mon baby. She’s your sister. Let her stay here until she’s figured things out. It’s actually good having somebody else in the house, it was getting a bit lonely.”
“You better take back those words before I destroy something in this house Patrick.”
“Look love, all am saying is you can’t turn away family. You just can’t.”
***
And so the days went by. Sharon’s appearance changed. She looked much better than she had the past couple of days. If she wasn’t wrong, she had gained some weight. She wanted to be happy about how things had turned out but she couldn’t. Michelle was clearly not excited about having her around. Patrick on the other hand was more accommodating. This didn’t make her feel any better. The more she stayed at her sister’s the more she thought about what was going on with her. She had to go to hospital and really confirm her fears. Tony was a bastard who had ruined her life. She wasn’t sure what lay ahead as far as her health was concerned, but she had to find out. She was scared though and figured that maybe if she didn’t get to know her status then she wouldn’t have to run mad about anything. So she kept telling herself that she would get checked, all the while ignoring Tony’s incessant phone calls. He was really out of his mind if he thought she was going anywhere near him. She was grateful that he hadn’t a clue where she could be. He wouldn’t have guessed she was at Michelle’s. Her family was something she rarely discussed with him. A few mentions here and there and that was it. He hadn’t seemed curious to know anyway, so she left it at that.
***
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The atmosphere around the house relaxed. They all laughed and joked with one another. Michelle found that her sister was harmless, she had somewhat matured. She helped with the house chores, washed her clothes, cleaned the house, and it was nice to come home after a crazy day and find that dinner was already set on the table. Sometimes, after an especially busy day, she would come home and find them already having dinner, and Patrick would offer a somber apology and say that the food would have gotten cold and honey why don’t you join us? You look famished, and this chicken, oh, this chicken, your sister is a genius in the kitchen. It’s so good honey, come and have a bite so you can see what I mean. Sharon would blush, right on cue, and protest that no, it’s not that good Michelle, it’s just okay, remember how I used to make it back home? I haven’t added any special ingredient. And Michelle would remember how her mother would praise her sister’s cooking. How she would bite into a piece of whatever it was, chicken, pancake, whatever, and wish that her sister took her life as seriously as she did her cooking. So Michelle watched her husband tell her sister that she was too modest, that she should accept a compliment where it was due. And Sharon blushed further, nearly knocking the dishes off the table with those burning cheeks.
She didn’t think anything of it. She decided that she wasn’t going to. She knew that if she entertained the idea, somebody in that house would die. So she kept her cool as her sister’s and husband’s jokes grew staler and their laughs louder. She kept her cool when Sharon said, can I please have the salt, and her husband quickly reached out for it and gave it to her, fingers slightly brushing. She kept her cool when she saw Sharon look down immediately and take a peek at her fingers as if they had caught on fire. She kept her cool even as her husband went quiet, his heart threatening to burst form its cage. She could tell.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Michelle didn’t notice it, she hadn’t wanted to, but she became cold again, grew distant, watched the two as they laughed over something she hadn’t heard because she was too preoccupied with observing their movements, how their eyes met, how their hands gestured, how their mouths moved. Her body turned into ice every time her husband praised Sharon’s cooking. And she started to hate Sharon’s cooking. On those days that she got home late, she would give a lame excuse for not wanting any food. “I had late lunch, really, I can’t bring myself to eat. That would be gluttony.” She would smile at them, tell them to enjoy dinner, and walk up the stairs into her room, where she would collapse on her bed, her stomach churning with anger. Wasn’t it obvious to them that she was upset? Why didn’t Patrick follow her upstairs, darling, you okay? What’s wrong? Talk to me love. No he didn’t notice the change in her. Nobody noticed.
***
“I want her out. By Saturday.”
It was a chilly morning. Michelle hadn’t slept much. She had turned over and over in bed, trying to come up with a polite way to let Patrick know that they couldn’t have Sharon at the house anymore. He didn’t say anything in response, and Michelle grew impatient.
“Patrick, I said I want her out by Saturday. I still don’t know why she’s here, where she’s been, what she’s been up to. She’s not offering any explanation. Frankly, I don’t care for any explanation. I just want her out.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. Michelle stared at his back, wondering what was going through her husband’s mind. She desperately wanted him to side with her, they were a team, weren’t they? He was smart, supportive and loyal, these are the things that had attracted her to him. He wouldn’t say anything to hurt her or think that she was being unfair would she?
“Michelle, you know I don’t really understand you, and I don’t know what’s really going on. And with that said, am not talking about this at all. Why don’t you go to her and tell her yourself? Yeah, go and tell her yourself. Tell her how you’re dying to have her out in the street with no food, no water, no hopes and no family. Go ahead, tell her, but leave me out of this. I’m going to get some breakfast.” With that, he got out of bed, put on and robe and left the room.
When she finally got to the kitchen, she found Patrick and Sharon laughing at something. They looked so happy, so oblivious of her scowling face and angry demeanor. She walked towards the door, ignoring her sister’s calls for breakfast.
Michelle went to work boiling with rage. She knew what he was doing. And at that moment, she knew that she had been right to be a little paranoid. Why was he so concerned for her? Why did he care what happened to her? All along, he had known that Sharon was out there somewhere. How come he had never suggested that they look for her and bring her in? Why now? Hmmm. Now that he had seen what she looked like… men will always be men! She banged a fist on her desk. No. She had to do it. She had to tell her sister to leave. She wasn’t going to be responsible for an adult who didn’t care for her future. Letting Sharon stay was going to be an expensive mistake, one that would cost her dearly. She was already paying for it wasn’t she? She was turning into a paranoid mammal and she didn’t like it one bit. She picked up her handbag and flew out of the office.
***
Tony waited outside the law firm. He wasn’t sure he was at the right place, but the words “Hillary and Henry Advocates” stood out pretty clearly. That was where Sharon had said her sister worked. He didn’t know what to do. Should he just walk in and ask for her? It was still early and he was sure that she was already at work. Standing outside trembling and looking so forlorn wasn’t going to help his case. He knew he had to do something. A part of him wished she would magically appear, but he didn’t even know what she looked like. The watchman at the gate had started giving him the suspicious look, so he had to make a move. Just as he started walking towards the building, past the parked cars, he saw a woman walk right out. She seemed to be in a hurry. Maybe he could ask her. Maybe she knew Michelle. He backed up and stood next to one of the parked cars. Strangely, she seemed to be heading right towards him. The more he looked at her, the more her features seemed familiar. What kind of good luck would this be? He wondered.
***
As Michelle walked to the parking lot, her mind raved with what she was going to say to her sister. She didn’t notice the man who was standing next to her car, watching her closely. She almost bumped into him and that’s when he spoke.
“Michelle?”
Her eyes shot up. She didn’t know this man. He was short and skinny, wearing a Mohawk. She intensified her gaze but it gave her nothing. Was he a previous client? She couldn’t figure out where they could have met.
“Yes, I’m Michelle. How can I help you? Have we met before?”
“I’m Tony. I’m your sister’s boyfriend. Sharon’s boyfriend. I know we haven’t met, but I can tell you’re her sister. You look so much alike. Can we talk?”
Of course they could talk! What kind of good luck was this? Michelle sighed deeply. She was relieved she wouldn’t have to be the bearer of nasty news. This man was God-sent! All he had to do was whisk her away. Sharon would have to leave with him. There was no way he was going back where he came from without her. Her relief was palpable.
She asked him to enter the car. “I was actually heading home for a brief minute. I’m sure you want to see her?” They entered the car. Tony sat with his palms pressed together. Now that they were so close, Michelle could smell alcohol on him. She grew apprehensive. “Tony, what is it you wanted? Is Sharon in trouble? Are you in trouble?” Tony pondered the question for a few seconds, struggling to find an answer. So Sharon hadn’t said anything to her. How could he tell her what was happening? How exactly was he supposed to let Michelle into what had gone down? “Sharon and I have been living together for the last two years. We’ve had our ups and downs. I did a stupid thing, I messed up and she threw me out. After four months of begging her to forgive me, she finally did but on one condition. She asked that we go to the hospital so I could get checked. I had wanted to argue that she get checked too, but I wasn’t about to. I was the one who had messed up, not her. I understood her concerns and quickly obliged, as I was sure nothing was wrong. The only thing I didn’t tell her was that during the four months that we were apart, I still did some stupid things. See, I was hurting, I didn’t mean any of it. Honestly I didn’t expect that doctor’s visit to turn out the way it did. I sat there and watched the doctor tell me that unfortunately, I was positive. Sharon didn’t want to hear the rest of it. She stood up and left without taking a second look at me. I was in too much shock to move. By the time I got home, she was gone. I just need to find her. I have no one else.” That was what he was meant to tell Michelle, but he couldn’t bring himself to it. It was embarrassing and demeaning. What if after he told her she kicked him out of her car? He shook his head, his brow furrowed and stared right ahead as his eyes watered. Michelle didn’t speak. So something had happened. They had had a misunderstanding. How bad could it have been that it sent Sharon packing? She wondered. She would soon find out, or not, given her sister’s prowess at silence. She started the car and sped home.
***
“Look, Sharon, I don’t mean to come in between the two of you but Michelle is, umm, a little worried about you. And it’s creating tension between us.”
Sharon stared deep into Patrick’s eyes. Oh, her sister had been lucky to find such a caring spirit. She thought of Tony and her heart sank. There was no way she was going back. What would she do? Her mind raced so fast it dizzied her. She thought of the last months that had passed. Every day she had listened to her body but it gave away no signs. She knew she was being ridiculous and needed to go to the hospital, but a big part of her didn’t want to know. Also, a big part of her told her that she was ok. What if Tony had gotten sick during the time they were apart? It was a possibility. But what if he had gotten sick before that? Then that would mean that she was definitely infected. Her head was spinning out of control. She felt Patrick move closer. He placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Look, I’ll try and talk to her. Let you stay here a little longer, okay?” His hands brushed her cheeks. She turned away.
“Patrick, thank you, it really means a lot to me.”
“Of course, anything for you,” he said as he moved even closer. Their faces were almost touching. His hand moved to the small of her back. Sharon panicked. “Patrick am sorry, but I can’t….”
“Sshhh. It’s fine. She’s gone for the day. Just breathe.”
***
It was Michelle who couldn’t breathe when she got out of her car, walked into her house and found her husband butt naked on the carpet, straddling her sister.
