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    The Settlement – 20

    Story written on January 2, 2006 by lwordid.
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    Crying and Smiling

    “That’s it then.”  Moving slowly in the apartment, I spoke with just a set of keys as a companion. 

    The last of the boxes had been loaded and were in transit.  Bette, having left before the truck would be there for the movers’ arrival.  She’d reasoned having to get the house ready and in part to give me time alone before turning in the keys to the landlord who resided in the building.  He was expected any minute now. 

    Clearing my throat, the sound echoed in the empty area.  Funny how you get attached to a space. Yes, I would miss it…although I’m glad the place didn’t have any feelings.  The sentimental thought lost traction immediately given the pull to leave the premises and return home. 

    To be with Bette. 

    Upon reaching the house I was pleasantly surprised with the hasty progress made unloading all my belongings.  Bette reported the items marked for the bedroom were relieved from the truck’s load as were the ones from what was my home office – those were awaiting attention in the spare room. 

    A few furniture pieces were already in place and pushed against pre-determined walls.  Remaining were multiple ‘miscellaneous’ boxes relegated to a corner where the dining and living room were attached.

    The final item to be unloaded was my sofa set.  I’d insisted on keeping it to replace the sterile single chair she installed in the sitting area.  In truth there wasn’t much to deal with since I had engaged the movers to perform two deliveries today.  Thereafter, they were to visit a neighboring donation center to drop-off the rest. 

    Sharing an embrace when we were finally alone, I remarked on the obvious.  “Wow!  That was quick.”

    “Yeah well I figured if I unpack you fast enough,” she joked, “you wouldn’t be able to escape.”

    “Baby I wouldn’t want to.”  Smiling affectionately I admitted readily,  “I’m so happy right now.”

    Reciprocating warmly she touched my nose with the pad of her index finger. “Good.  Something for you to think back to when I do something really awful or my annoying habits drive you insane.”

    Laughing, I gave her a quick kiss then proceeded to the bathroom.  There, I unpacked my toiletries to join what already took residence there.  My personal paraphernalia – lotions, creams, perfumes, beauty products and the like lay cozily next to hers. 

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    6. LWORDID!! I thought you had DIED!! Your last post was SEPT 25, 2005!!! I was off for the holidays and came back to this story thinking WHY hasn’t LWORDID wrote any more to this story!! My heart jumped when I saw your post..Thank you!! and please continue!!

    7. Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” – Theodor Seuss Geisel Oh my poor heart…I am so glad you posted. We miss you and happy new year

    9. I was hoping you continue. Thank you for continuing this story. I like that you write Tina’s perspective; someone who is clearly hurt, but growing from that hurt and realizing that person who hurt her is also growing. Did that make sense? Anyways, Thanks.

    11. This is your best chapter. The stillness of the memory and the graceful transition back to the present. Thank you. …its tone reminds me of a fic written a while ago by Gaymo. Thank you.

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