PerspectivesII: Chapter 12 Part 2
Perspectives II
MarshAngel
Chapter 12b
Andrew opened the door to his dark apartment;
he didn't bother to switch on the lights, as the lights from the city coming
through the open curtains were enough for him to see. There'd been an accident
in town, making his commute home a little longer and more tiring than he'd
planned. He dumped his briefcase by the couch and slumped into one of the
chairs. He intended to rest a while before finding something to eat and
going directly to bed. No, he probably should call Mina before he went
to sleep.
As he was about to get up off the couch, he
noticed something. The light streaming through the glass doors of the balcony
set the coffee table and everything on it aglow in a rather eerie manner.
On the edge of the table was an envelope, he hadn't noticed when he'd first
walked in.
He picked up the envelope and read the writing
on the front. It was addressed to him in Rita's neat curvy handwriting.
He opened the unsealed envelope and pulled out the folded note. It wasn't
very long; he began reading. When he was done, he put the letter down and
for a moment just sat there, completely stunned. For the first time since
he'd left San Francisco, he laughed. He laughed until his sides hurt.
When he was finally tired. He picked up the
phone and made a phone call.
Lita tussled the long wet dark strands hanging
down her back. She never blow-dried her hair; instead she put it up in
a clip, messy but practical. She planned on relaxing for the rest of the
evening and eating a cold meal she'd fixed before.
She sat down on her couch and turned on the
television. Naturally, there seemed to be nothing on. She glanced around
the room in her relaxed manner. It had been a good week. She loved her
job and her new apartment, but there was plenty more she was wishing for
right now.
She hadn't spoken to any of her friends in
a while and she wondered if she shouldn't try and get in touch with one
of them. She still had Raye's number from the last time she'd written,
quite some time ago. She rummaged through her ugly green crochet
pocketbook she'd left on the couch, one that everyone else seemed to hate.
She found her address book and began flipping through the pages. As she
did so a small white card fell out and she reached sown to pick it up.
"Nicholas Von Amburgh, Golden Millennia Designs"
she read out loud. He was that absolutely gorgeous businessman who had
walked her to work. She couldn't believe it when he'd handed her his card.
She'd been instantly attracted to him but had expected nothing to come
of it. Nothing ever did. She'd given up the boy craziness of her youth
as soon as she'd realized that men never seemed to want to have a relationship
with her. One or two one-night-stands that she thought would lead somewhere
had taught her that lesson.
She looked over the card wondering if she
should call him. For a change things were completely in her hands. He didn't
have her number, so it was up to her to decide whether or not anything
would come of their meeting.
Mina was upset. Andrew hadn't called and she
was beginning to wonder if he cared or if all there had between them was
an affair based solely on sex. She'd been very upset when she'd called
Serena at her apartment to pour out her troubles as she paced across her
apartment. She hadn't been there so she'd called her cell phone number.
Serena had listened to Mina's troubles without
saying a word. She hadn't sounded as surprised as Mina had expected. She
was almost disappointed that she hadn't surprised her. Serena had assured
her she had been very discreet, she'd simply read her emotions.
She was in the middle of venting all her worldly
cares including and excluding Andrew on poor Serena, who was calmly listening,
when the doorbell rang. She was annoyed at the interruption and stomped
across the room to the door showing her displeasure. She struggled to open
the door as the knock came again.
As the lock came loose in her hand, she flung
the door open and her mouth fell open. A dozen red roses obscured
the face of a tall man. The roses slowly came down revealing the boyish
grin and twinkling blue eyes she knew so well.
"Andrew!" she squealed loudly, before tossing
the phone aside and throwing herself into his arms. Serena, on the
other end of the phone line winced as Mina squealed in her ear and then
yelled Andrew's name. She smiled as she clicked the end button on her cell
phone, knowing Mina's problems were solved, at least for now.
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