Chapters 18 and 19, Aisha Notified and Ketly's Baby Tale

A Better Pair of Shoes, a novel
Chapter 18 and 19


Aisha Notified

I dropped by the pharmacy to fill my second script.  At the counter, I waited for the male pharmacist.   Just my luck!  I felt a heat rising from within as I was overcome with embarrassment.  He raised his eyes up from the computer screen, glanced at me, and looked back down onto the script.  I used my left hand that hosted my wedding ring to flick a nonexistent thing from my face.  I wanted him to know that I was the one who was caught up and not caught out there.  Funny, how when I was way out there I hadn’t caught a single thing—not even the flu, and now I was standing here; a married woman with the gonorrhea.   I quickly swiped my bank card and jetted out of the cold store; back into the warmth of my car.  I sat there for a moment, realizing that my life was beginning to feel like a movie again.

            At home I opened the small paper bag to find a note inside.  It read,
“I think you deserve so much more.”
             –Evan 443-5678. 
           
            I balled the note up and tossed it across the room.  There was no way I could think of being with anyone right now—besides my heart was with Tony.  I thought of him constantly.  I thought of all the Sunday mornings and afternoons we would lie together in bed.  I thought it was enough to keep us close.  I thought it would make up for all the time we allowed to passed us by during our pursuit of more and better.  I would lie around in our bed at nights when he was off at the club.  It was all I had currently.  I needed to feel him near and hold onto what I knew in my heart that we had together.  I thought of moving back into our bedroom but didn’t.  I wanted him to fight for me.  I didn’t want it to be that easy.  I didn’t want to be that easy this time.  And he did make small gestures, but nothing that gave me a sense of security.  Although, I didn’t know if anything could. 

            When I woke up, I was lying in our bed, and Tony was holding on to me.  It took me a few moments to understand if it was one of my many daydreams, or if we were really together again.  I felt him kiss me, and I understood that it was real.  I did want to stay in his arms, but mostly I wanted answers, and Tony didn’t seem to have any.   I eased myself out from his embrace and headed for the door.
            “Why you going?  I miss you.”  Tony begged sitting up with his feet on the floor.
            “I can’t.  I got a class in an hour.”
            “What time will you be back?”
            “I don’t know.  Look I’m not ready to do this.  I made a mistake.”  At the bottom of the stairs, I noticed Tony in the kitchen and saw that he had made breakfast.  I rolled my eyes and thought, “why can’t he just give me some space”.
           
            When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could smell that something had been cooking.  I saw my husband walking towards me with what I presumed was meant to be a peace offering. 
            “I made you something to go with.  I know you’re running late.”
            “Thanks.”  I grabbed the bag Tony had packed for me, and left without another word. 

            On break I sat in my car that had turned into a kind of safe zone, and prepared to eat the meal Tony had made.  Before I could get to it, I was greeted by a note, which wasn’t a big surprise.  My husband did always like to write me notes however this one was like none I had received in the past.  It didn’t exactly leave me floating on a cloud.

“I don’t know what else to do.  I’ve said sorry over and over again.  I made a mistake.  I’m not perfect, but I certainly do love you!  I wish you we can just talk about it.  I’ll prove to you that I’m no player.  It was one time.  I had too much to drink.  My mind was clouded.  I miss you so much!  Honestly, I thought my dreams had come true this morning when I saw you lying there.  I wished we could stay there all day long.  Please forgive me.”  Love, Your Husband

            I sat there toying with my omelet.  I didn’t have much of an appetite.  I thought about his letter and couldn’t understand the part about him being drunk.  Tony wasn’t a drinker.  I think he may have had a glass of Champagne at our wedding and a few sips of wine that first night we were together, but I never saw him drink.  Was this the sign of a pathological liar?  I didn’t know what to make of it.  I just kept thinking, “Don’t be a fool!  This man is playing you!” 


Ketly’s Baby Tale

I found myself spending a lot of time by Raina.  It was a great way to take my mind away from my heartbreak.  Sometimes it worked, and other times it didn’t.  I thought about Jeff and what he had said to me about communication, and so I decided to give him a call. 
            “Hello?”  Jeff had answered but had not responded.
            “Hey babe, just give me a minute.”  After a few muffled noises and a few long seconds he spoke again.
            “Hi Ketly.  What’s up?  How you doing?”
            “You busy?”  I asked.
            “No. Not for you.”
            “You with somebody?”  I asked although I knew.
            “You got my full attention, talk to me!”  Jeff quickly recovered.  I rolled my eyes.
            “I was just thinking about you that’s all.”
            “How’s my boy?”
            “He’s full of smiles.  He’s always so happy?”
            “Kiss him for me.”
            “Yeah, I will.”
            “So writing anything?”
            “Off and on... I got no real desire.”
            “So when can I come by to share some inspiration with you?”  Jeff asked rather than tease.
            “I thought you didn’t want to complicate things?”  I retorted.
            “I don’t, but I do have needs?”
            “Didn’t the person in your bed take care of those?”  I wanted Jeff to know that I wasn’t stupid.
            “Nobody can take your place.”  He replied with no real consideration. 
            “I’m sorry—it’s just...”  Jeff assured me.   
            “I’ve got to go…you’re boy is up.” I offered sarcastically.
            “Hey, I called you the other night.  You didn’t answer.”  Jeff surprised me. 
            “Oh, that must have been the evening I went to the movies with Kayla.”  I surprised myself with the swift lie.
            “So you finally trust someone to babysit Shayne.”
            “Yeah, I’m working on it.”
            “Well alright.  I’ll talk to you soon.”  Jeff made it clear that he was paying attention.
            “Later.”  I tried to end the call while I was still solid.
            “Bye beautiful.”  But Jeff found a way to leave my heart wide open.  





A Better Pair of Shoes, a novel © Grace Call Communications, LLC Copyright ©2010, 2016, 2017 by Natisha Renee Williams All Rights Reserved

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