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Fly Away – Chapter 2
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“Can we just eat, please? I don’t want to have this discussion now.”
The rest of their meal passed in silence, and afterward they retreated: Eric to the living room and a baseball game, Tina to the kitchen and the clearing-up. When she was done, she went into the living room and sat down at the window seat, watching the sun set over the street. It was windy outside.
She knew Eric was right, of course. She needed to go out. She needed people, noise, fun even. But Tina didn’t want that; she didn’t need anything to be harder than it already was. She could see herself, moving through that party on Eric’s arm, making polite conversation, thanking anyone that offered her condolences, glancing toward the exits every few minutes, taking yet another glass of champagne in order to stand it.
Tina sighed. It would be better than being forced to go to another therapist. The last one Eric had made her see was horrible, a robotic woman that had probed Tina’s pain with clumsy and invasive questions and scribbled notes. She wasn’t up for that again. She would deal with this on her own, in her own terms. And yet, deep down, she knew she wasn’t really dealing with it at all.
Across the street, movement caught her eye. A small car parked somewhat haphazardly in front of the house across the way, directly in Tina’s line of vision. A pretty blonde jumped out of the car and her brown-haired friend climbed out of the passenger side. The blonde leaned back into the car and retrieved a bottle and a bag of… green balls? No, limes. Her hair blew across her face and she tossed her head impatiently. She was wearing a brightly printed, vintage-style dress with cherries all over it and green kitten heels. She practically skipped around the front of the car and bounded across the yard to the front door of the house.
Her friend was less enthusiastic, keeping her hands shoved in her pockets as she loped across the yard to the door. Her skinny frame was clothed in tight jeans and a thin t-shirt that barely showed her scant curves, her nearly-black hair cut short and hanging in her eyes. Tina couldn’t really see her face, but she was smiling.
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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.