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Fly Away – Chapter 2
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Tina carefully laid the dishes on the table. She felt like using some of her nicer china today. Not that it really mattered; Eric never seemed to notice. She set out blue cloth napkins beside the plates and set down silver cutlery. The rattle of a pot lid sent her back into the kitchen, where she set everything to simmer.
She went into the bathroom to wash up and ran a brush over her hair, which was longer and darker than she’d kept it before the pregnancy. Glancing down at her clothes, she thought that she looked alright, but she wasn’t sure she had time to change before Eric got home. Tina waited for a beat, then ducked into the bedroom and put on a clean shirt. There. She didn’t look as bedraggled as she had before freshening up a bit. It was a long habit from her childhood, which her mother had enforced until Tina left home: one always made an effort to look at least halfway decent at dinner time, even if one had just been lounging around all day. “No slobs at the table,” Tina’s mother would say, waiting dinner until Tina and her sister looked presentable. There was no set rule as to what had to be worn, but gradually Tina had learned what was passable and what wasn’t. She’d ignored or forgotten all of her mother’s other rigid household rules as relics of her unhappy childhood, but not that one, for some reason.
Tina went back downstairs and checked on everything in the kitchen. She heard Eric’s car pull up and started mixing him a drink. It was all very ’50s – greeting her man when he came in with alcohol – but Tina didn’t mind this routine. Some habits were comforting, in their own way.
The front door opened and closed. “Tina?”
Tina put a smile on and walked into the foyer. She kissed Eric’s cheek, murmuring a hello.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright.”
He lifted his arm and handed her a little bouquet of yellow flowers. “Got these for you.”
Tina looked at them dumbly and without reacting.
“I… if you don’t like them, that’s okay,” Eric stuttered, dropping his hand. “I just thought –”
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tina does need some comfort…and sounds like Bette moved in next door…it should be interesting
It will be interesting having Bette next door to bring Tina back out of her shell. PPS
This is such a great story and update. Looks like Bette’s the neighbour I wonder how they’re going to meet. THank you.
Incredibly poignant. I can feel her loneliness and her paralysis in not being able to do anything. She needs a confidant b/c her husband is emotionally bereft and not capable of offering intimacy.
Poor Tina. I could feel her pain. no comfort from Eric no friends, gosh what a sadness. I just Hope it was Bette Tina was watching with Alice, Dana and Shane coming to visite. PPVS
ROFL…See the reactions you get from your readers…Spumoni-verse…what a hoot! Ah, the angst of Tina’s life…can’t wait till someone special puts a twinkle back in her eyes and a smile on her beautiful face. PPS!
That was the girls that Tina saw across the street going into Bette’s house. Go borrow some sugar or go play tennis, it sounds like,(green balls).
Ok, I am on board, hooked and everything. Very interesting beginning. Tina’s feelings are painfully sculpted in such a vivid way that hurts reading them.
Bette is Tinas new neighbour,thats good.Love your story.
Maybe Tina can bake something and take it over to Bette’s house as a welcome to the neighborhood and that’s how they’ll meet. PPS!!
Tina’s sadness brings tears to my eyes. I hope you can bring us and Tina some happiness soon. I love your stories…thank you!
This is gonna be very interesting to see just how they meet and how Bette will get Tina out of her depression. Very interesting story. Thanks for posting.
OMG. I thought it was a mirage. I had hoped and hoped and there it was — an omalley new story. It was like an unexpected gift arriving at my door and I had to tear off the wrapping (in this case, click on “Read Story”). Then, thinking that I was about as happy as a person could be, with your new posting and a new story by Alchemy10 waiting just a few items above yours, your Author Note says that you are busily writing!!!!! My happiness exploded. Kaboom! I couldn’t catch my breathe. I was breathing harder and faster and, soon, I was hyperventilating. I panicked–I needed a small paper bag. Still panting, I hunted around the house and couldn’t find one. I abandoned my search for a few moments to muse at the realization that I hadn’t seen a small paper bag in 5 years, that no one seemed to use them anymore, that there might be a business opportunity selling them to the public, maybe packaged with a lovely calming lavender scented aromatherapy candle, a relaxation tape and a copy of “Free From Anxiety Attacks in 14 Days.”… (I digress….We can discuss my ingenious business ideas separately. I’ll PM.) So, I popped two Xanax, elbowed your other readers out of the way, and grabbed the front seat on the your right in the omalley fan fic bus. THEN I saw that a second chapter had appeared. I devoured it rapidly. At it’s end, I agonized over Tina’s pain, puzzled about how I should feel about Eric, loved the introduction of Alice, Shane, bette and Dana, and wondered about how you would bring Tina into the framily, I became caught up in frenzied thought. Soon I began to hyperventilate again. But then I passed out. 2 Xanax will do that. It’s all good, though. When I woke up ten hours later, I typed this comment. So, summing up all of the above — PPS.