Hi. Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week's word prompt is tight. Pia is found herself in a pickle. Here's the continuing drama.
Pia paced through her living room and kitchen. Lisa had called her earlier, telling her to sit tight, she was on her way home. Home? She was only gone two days. This wasn’t good. When she left, Lisa told her it might take her a couple of days to find something out. Now, just under forty-eight hours later, Pia found it hard to believe she found out everything about her surprise marriage to Larry.
During these two days, Pia spoke to Lorenzo at least four times a day. He had pitched a one hitter the night before and was surprised to hear Pia stayed up to watch it. Why wouldn’t she? She hadn’t slept through the night since Lisa left. As a kid, she hated these late night games when they played on the west coast. One game, back in the early eighties, she had stayed up until three o’clock in the morning watching an extra inning game. She loved baseball. She loved Lorenzo.
When the key turned in her door, her heart skipped a beat. Lisa was about to walk into her house with the news she had been waiting for. The words, you are legally married to that bastard, haunted her mind, driving her absolutely crazy.
The look on Lisa’s face said it all. She stood emotionless in the doorway with her electric blue briefcase.
“Oh no. That look isn’t good.” Pia stood in place, her right foot shaking.”
Lisa placed her briefcase on the cocktail table before giving Pia a hug. “Let’s sit down. I’ll explain everything to you.”
“Oh man, I don’t like the sound of this. I have to go get something to drink.”
“No drinks,” Lisa snapped.
“I wasn’t talking alcohol. I was going to get us a bottle of Pellegrino water.”
Pia walked into the kitchen holding back her tears. It wasn’t about Lisa snapping at her, it was about knowing what she was about to tell her, that she had gotten herself neck deep into a horrible situation.
The kitchen towel served as a tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes. Lisa didn’t tell her anything yet and already she couldn’t keep her composure. All that kept going through her mind was losing Lorenzo, the first man who she truly had strong feelings for. With Lorenzo she felt alive and at peace with herself.
Pia sat down next to Lisa, placing the two bottles of water on the table. “I’m assuming you have bad news,” she said crossing her legs and rocking back and forth.
“Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?” Pia asked opening her bottle of water.
Lisa took the marriage license out of her briefcase, along with another license. “Legally you are, technically you aren’t.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Larry forged the license with an out of date seal. Now to prove it.”