Deb looked confused at Dale.
“I don’t understand. What are we doing here?” she asked, her eyes shifting through the room.
“This will be your new room” Dale explained happily.
“What about Agnes?” Deb asked, slowly.
“She won’t be a problem anymore” Dale smiled reassuring. He walked towards Deb, and took her by the shoulders. “I told you I would take care of it”
He leaned forward, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “What’s wrong?” he asked, when he let go of her.
“I, uh, I thought I was getting my old room” Deb quickly made up a lie to explain why she looked like she was going to burst into tears. “You know, the one I shared with Beth”
“That’s a children’s room” Dale protested. “You’re a woman, Debra. My woman”
Basically, Debra had no choice but to accept, and so several members of the community walked in and out, carrying this and that, to get the room ready.
Dale had literally thought of everything. She had a closet full of clothes and shoes. She had a bag full of toiletries. She had a jewelry box. She, even, had a brand new sketchbook.
“I know you used to draw, when you were younger” Dale said. “I thought, maybe you would like to pick it up again”
Debra nodded, and thanked him for everything.
“There’s scissors in that bag” Dale pointed at the bag with toiletries. “I trust you will not use them to stab me again?” he joked. Deb stared at him. “Hey, I have forgiven you a long time ago. I can’t hold a grudge against you. I love you too much for that”
After his declaration of undying love, Dale left Deb alone, so she could adjust to her new environment. No matter how you put it, this was an improvement. At least Deb wouldn’t have to sleep on the cold, stone floor anymore.
Knowing it was wishful thinking, she started opening cupboards and drawers, in search for a phone. If she could just call Ryan, and ask him if Mike was okay…
She didn’t find a phone, but she did found small pieces of paper. Having nothing better to do, she collected the pieces, and carried them to the desk. She put them down, and began puzzling them together.
When she was finished, she looked down on a letter, written in her handwriting, but she didn’t remember writing it.
The letter was addressed to Beth. Deb gasped for air, when Beth’s outburst from the previous night came back to her.
“That bitch!” she shouted outraged.
“I don’t understand. What are we doing here?” she asked, her eyes shifting through the room.
“This will be your new room” Dale explained happily.
“What about Agnes?” Deb asked, slowly.
“She won’t be a problem anymore” Dale smiled reassuring. He walked towards Deb, and took her by the shoulders. “I told you I would take care of it”
He leaned forward, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “What’s wrong?” he asked, when he let go of her.
“I, uh, I thought I was getting my old room” Deb quickly made up a lie to explain why she looked like she was going to burst into tears. “You know, the one I shared with Beth”
“That’s a children’s room” Dale protested. “You’re a woman, Debra. My woman”
Basically, Debra had no choice but to accept, and so several members of the community walked in and out, carrying this and that, to get the room ready.
Dale had literally thought of everything. She had a closet full of clothes and shoes. She had a bag full of toiletries. She had a jewelry box. She, even, had a brand new sketchbook.
“I know you used to draw, when you were younger” Dale said. “I thought, maybe you would like to pick it up again”
Debra nodded, and thanked him for everything.
“There’s scissors in that bag” Dale pointed at the bag with toiletries. “I trust you will not use them to stab me again?” he joked. Deb stared at him. “Hey, I have forgiven you a long time ago. I can’t hold a grudge against you. I love you too much for that”
After his declaration of undying love, Dale left Deb alone, so she could adjust to her new environment. No matter how you put it, this was an improvement. At least Deb wouldn’t have to sleep on the cold, stone floor anymore.
Knowing it was wishful thinking, she started opening cupboards and drawers, in search for a phone. If she could just call Ryan, and ask him if Mike was okay…
She didn’t find a phone, but she did found small pieces of paper. Having nothing better to do, she collected the pieces, and carried them to the desk. She put them down, and began puzzling them together.
When she was finished, she looked down on a letter, written in her handwriting, but she didn’t remember writing it.
The letter was addressed to Beth. Deb gasped for air, when Beth’s outburst from the previous night came back to her.
“That bitch!” she shouted outraged.