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    A Night in the D — Chapter 12

    Story written on December 15, 2005 by luvrgirl.
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    Minor role, major lift.

     

    And nothing was.

     

    “Could you excuse me for a moment?” she said, forcing a smile.

     

    The woman frowned, glancing down toward the desk. “Is there a problem?”

     

    “No, no,” Tina assured her. “There’s no problem. I just need to check something really quick.”

     

    The woman nodded, eyeing Tina doubtfully as she slipped through the opening behind her into the interior office, to the nearest corner where she stood with her back to the wall and swallowed heavily, forcing anger and bitterness into her stomach, where it swelled.

     

    No, no problem. No problem at all.

     

    She wanted to say the words aloud, to whisper them to herself, to fortify her mind and body against the exigencies of the outside world, which stood across a counter from her with an uncomprehending look of expectation, needing her to play a simple role in an otherwise inconsequential evening. A minor role that no person was ever born to play, but that so many learn at the hand of necessity, at the feet of disillusion, in the lap of time. Tina laughed bitterly at her own poetic musings, coming as they did in the prosaic surroundings of this ***** office, in this city she’d never escaped, in a life that was now sucking so hard she couldn’t rid her mouth of the taste.

     

    She wanted so badly to repeat the words without stumbling. To say that all was as it should be, or at least as only it could be. To want nothing more than what she’d been handed, born for it or not. But she couldn’t say there was no problem. Not at all.

     

    It was then that she heard the rustling sound from the front desk and knew she’d maxed her allowed time for breaking down on the job. She was on the job after all, that much was undeniable. The lousy ***** job that had seemingly cost her more possibility than she’d previously contemplated possible. More musings, more irony. Get the ***** back out there, Tina.

     

    The first thing she noted was the woman’s smile, her face, pretty yet, having shifted from bland all the way to disturbed. Tina knew she’d heard the psychotic laugh from the back room, figured the woman was thinking that maybe everything she’d heard about Detroit was true, and that this white chick, so innocuous at first sight, was sneakily confirming it. Tina mustered her first real smile since oh about 1:30 a.m.

     

    “You’re all set,” she said, handing the woman her credit card, her key card, her last bit of resolve. “The elevators are to your right.”

     

    The woman’s face relaxed back into its former prettiness, registering relief as order returned to her evening. Smoothly slipping her purse over her shoulder, she leaned her suitcase to the side before turning one last time to smile at Tina.

     

    “I’m only planning one night,” she said, “but I can let you know if plans change?”

     

    “Sure,” Tina said. “Just let us know.”

     

    “Good,” the woman confirmed. “I’m hoping to get out by tomorrow but we’ll see how the storm goes.”

     

    The predictable march of irony was interrupted as Tina’s heart, deadened by circumstance, suddenly drummed to life. She looked up at the woman and didn’t care how desperate she looked, or how potentially undone, or how obviously she posed a question with her eyes. She only hoped that the obvious question was going to bring the obvious answer, as it did when the woman smiled blandly again, oh so blandly, and pronounced evenly.

     

    “All flights are cancelled. The airport’s closed.”

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    5. YAY…the storm is a comin…. make it a blizzard that lasts a week would ya!!!lol… then maybe an air strike… you know how those traffic controllers can be this time of year!!lol

    11. Ok so how long is it going to take Tina to get off from her shift, reach Bette’s door get comfy and do what comes natural between them? Exactly n time at all. Post soon thanks

    12. YES!!! I have to admit my memories are similar to Bette’s (previous chapter), but this is one case where I would THANK GOD for the cold and the snow. Oh YEA!!!

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