Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to word prompt Mother. I'd like to wish all the ladies a Happy Mother's Day. This is the next scene from my WIP.
Erika
was taken back by her gesture.
Sophia wasn’t one to cry or show any emotion. The last time she cried was at her mother’s funeral over ten
years ago. Even then, she made a
quick recovery explaining she understood he was sick and that it was his time.
The
pain Sophia had been enduring all this time became evident, something she
didn’t see cloud with her own divorce.
Reaching out, Erika placed her hand on Sophia’s shoulder as Sophia
rested her head against her chest sobbing.
“Talk
to me. What’s going on?”
“I
don’t know where to begin.”
“Before
you start, tell me why didn’t confide in me that there were problems in your
marriage?”
“I
wanted to but the timing wasn’t right,” Sophia said wiping her tears. “The night I came over to talk to you
is the night I saw you sitting on the porch in the dark on that old dilapidated
wooden rocking chair with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down your
cheeks. Do you remember?”
Sighing,
“How could I ever forget. That was
the night I told you about Richie’s infidelity.” Erika covered her mouth with her hands and gasped for air.
“I’m so sorry Sophia I occupied your time with my problems, when you needed my
shoulder to cry on. I feel
absolutely awful.”
“Don’t. I wanted to be there for you. My problem was just a hunch. I sorted
through things, making sure I collected ample proof of what I thought was going
on.”
“And
do you?” Erika asked hoping the
answer was no.
“Yes
I do and it sickens my stomach knowing what went on under my roof all these
years.” Half laughing she
continued, “you will be quite impressed in the way I caught him.”
“You
have my curiosity at an all-time high.”
“Oh,
you are going to love this. I
guess I’ve been reading too many romance mystery books.”
“Since
when do you read romantic mysteries?”
“Since
you’ve carried the complete line of Lady Mysteries in your store,” she
laughed. “I guess you didn’t
realize I was used your book café as a library. Thank you.”
“You’re
welcome. Now come on and tell me.”
“You’re
going to laugh, but I got the idea of using the old baby monitor to nail him,
when I had it in my hand and was about to throw it in the garbage,” Sophia
proudly stated.
“You
lost me. What does the baby monitor have to do with nailing your husband?”
“I’m
not going to tell you, I’m going to show you.” Pointing to the door she asked, “when do you expect the
movers?”
“I’m
not certain, but I think probably within the hour.”
“Good,”
she said grabbing my hand, “then you have time to come across the street. I’ll
show you exactly what I did.”
Sophia
held onto her hand as they walked across the street to her big white Victorian
house. A white picket fence
surrounded her house. To Erika it represented the perfect enclosure for the
perfect couple.
“Come
on in. I’m going to show you
exactly what I did. You’re never
going to believe it, in fact you are going to be quite proud of the fact I
thought of it.”
“You’re
losing me. Let’s go back to the
baby monitor. What does any of
this have to do with it?”
“I’m
sorry I’m confusing you. It’s just
that it is so hard for me to talk about this. I feel so ashamed and worthless.”
“Oh
no, don’t ever think that.”
“When
you hear the story you will understand why I am feeling the way I am.”
Okay, now you've got me. What, exactly, did she do with the baby monitor? Love where this story is going.
ReplyDeleteI'm intrigued. Hooked!
ReplyDeleteinteresting story...great TT
ReplyDeleteI want to know what the baby monitor has to do with it too!! Lovely dialogue and interesting exchange between them.
ReplyDeleteeavesdrop by baby monitor? can't wait to find out
ReplyDeleteI'm hooked with this and the use of the baby monitor is so perfect.
ReplyDeleteLiked the dialogue and interested about the baby monitor as well.
ReplyDeleteI definitely want to know more.
ReplyDeleteClever use of the baby monitor to explain how she found out. :)
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