Sunday
As Marita was going over their books, she noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the back of the ledger. She pulled it out and saw that it was a receipt from the bank. Sean had taken out another loan. Marita saw red!
"He's got some explaining to do!" MM
"Don't jump to conclusions. You don't know what it's for" MH
"It doesn't matter. He didn't discuss this with me. What could he need a loan for? With the profits from the herbicide business, my salary from Mr. Logan and the profits from his crop, I don't see why he would do this" MM
Marita set the receipt aside and finished going over the books. After she completed them, Marita got up and prepared dinner. Her mind kept wandering back to the bank receipt and her anger toward Sean increased. As Marita bent over to take the rolls out of the oven, she heard the cabin door open and close. She gritted her teeth in preparation for the fight she knew was about to take place.
Sean was greeted with the sight of his wife bending over and his eyes admired the curve of her derriere. A smile crossed his face as he thought of how soft that derriere was. All of a sudden, Sean was no longer hungry for food. He was hungry for her. He walked up behind her and circled her waist and ran his hand over her stomach.
"Hey" he whispered as he nibbled on her ear.
"Sean, I need to talk to you" Marita said in a very neutral voice.
Sean's mind was focused on getting Marita naked and in bed, so he missed the tone in her voice.
"Alright" he said as he moved his hands to caress her breasts.
Marita's anger with him was so intense that his kisses and caresses didn't have any effect on her. She took his hands and removed them from her body, walked over the desk and picked up the bank receipt.
Sean watched her movements and wondered what could be so important.
"What is this?" Marita said as she held up the bank receipt.
As Sean walked over to her, he saw the anger in her eyes. He frowned because he had no idea what could make her so mad. He continued to look into her eyes as he grabbed the piece of paper from her. He looked at her for another second and frowned again before looking at the paper.
"Here comes a fight" SM
"Where did you find this?" Sean asked, trying to come up with an excuse to give her.
"Don't you dare lie to her!" SH
"What is it?" Marita asked again, her anger building because she knew he was stalling.
"He'd better not lie to me!" MM
"It's a receipt!" Sean snapped as he laid it down on the table. He was backed into a corner and was feeling very uncomfortable. His only way out was to be on the defensive.
"And what are you doing with a receipt from the bank?!" Marita demanded as Sean turned and walked into the bedroom. He was trying to save himself from drowning.
Marita stood in the same spot and waited for him to come out of the room.
"You may as well go out there. You can't hide in here forever" SM
Sean came out of the room prepared to do battle. He would let her say something first because he knew he was in hot water and didn't want to put his foot in his mouth unnecessarily.
Marita watched him walk over to the stove and start fixing his plate. Her temper exploded.
"WELL!!" she said.
Sean decided to play dumb and act as though he had not heard Marita and remained silent as he slowly piled food on his plate.
"ANSWER ME!!!!" Marita screamed.
Sean knew he was guilty and didn't have a way out. He decided to put up a wall of defense and got angry himself.
"Don't start nagging me Marita!" he snapped as he turned from the stove and walked over to the table.
"Nagging you! You call asking a question nagging?" she said as her eyes followed him.
"That's what I said, isn't it?!" he said as he sat down.
"Sean Patrick Logan, WHAT are you doing with a receipt from the bank!!" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Marita" Sean said as he looked up at her. "Don't stand there lecturing me! I'm a grown man and I don't need to ASK for my wife's permission every time I do something."
Marita took a deep breath. She was not going to let him turn this conversation away from its focus - the bank receipt.
"What are you doing with a bank receipt?" she said in a tempered voice.
"Marita, you're a smart woman. You know what a receipt is and what it means" he said in a very sarcastic voice. He knew he was in trouble and tried to turn the focus away from the bank receipt.
His sarcasm fueled her temper. "I'm going to ask you one more time! WHAT are you doing with a bank receipt!"
"Marita, don't talk to me like I'm a child!" he said, raising his voice.
"If you'd stop acting like one then maybe you wouldn't feel like you're being treated like one" Marita said.
"You didn't think I was a child a few nights ago" he said, referring to their all night lovemaking session.
"What are you doing with a bank receipt!" she said, not allowing him to steer their fight away from what he had done.
Sean knew his efforts to direct their discussion away from the bank receipt were futile. "What do you think!" his said, getting angrier in order to hide his guilt. "I got a loan".
"FOR WHAT!!" Marita yelled. Hearing him say he got a loan increased the temperature of her already hot temper.
"For that piece of crop land we bought from Vivian!" Sean yelled back.
Marita didn't know she could get any angrier with him, but she did. The profit from the last quarter's revenue from the herbicide business was more that enough to buy that land and that's what they had agreed to do.
"Didn't we decided to use the money from last quarter's earnings?!" Marita said as she put her hand on her hip.
"I could KILL him right now!" MM
"MARITA, I agreed to use your money for the warehouse and that was it!" he said.
"Sean, you are no longer a single man. This is OUR marriage and OUR business and you need to act like it. You can't decide to do something without considering me! And WE decided that the profits from last quarter would be used for to buy that land!" she said.
Sean was definitely a drowning man. Marita had talked about using those profits to buy Vivian's land. Sean did not say outright that he was in full agreement, but instead of getting into a heated battle with her, he let Marita believe that he would use hers. He was determined to build a life for them and he wanted to do it on his own. No help from his father and no help from his wife.
Sean's pride came to the surface full force. He did not like Marita lecturing him. He didn't like it because he knew he was wrong.
"Look Marita, don't lecture me and DO NOT tell me how to run MY business!!" he yelled.
"You shouldn't have said MY business" SH
SM was not listening.
"YOUR business?" Marita said in an ice-cold voice. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Sean deliberately put food in his mouth so he would not have to explain 'MY'. Marita stared at him for a few seconds before turning and walking into the bedroom and closing the door.
"You'd better go in there and apologize" SH
"For what?" SM
"For yelling at her" SH
"She started it" SM
"For saying 'MY' business" SH
"She knows I didn't mean that" SM
"For getting that loan" SH
"I never said I'd use her money" SM
"You let her think you would" SH
"She knows me. She should have known I wouldn't use her money" SM
"You really are fooling yourself" SH
SM didn't care. Pride was ruling now.
He continued to eat, refusing to think about how he was acting. He refused to admit that he was wrong this time. He heard the bedroom open but didn't look up from his plate of food.
"She's come to her senses" SM
"You REALLY are fooling yourself! It's you who needs to come to his senses" SH
He heard her walking toward him. When she continued passed him, Sean looked up to see Marita, with her bag in hand, heading for the door.
"Stop her!" SH
"She's not going anywhere" SM
When Marita saw him siting there stuffing his face, her anger at him was fueled again. She focused her eyes on the door and headed for it.
"Stop me" MH
"He'd better not say a word to me!" MM
The front door opened and closed.
"Go after her, you fool!" SH
"She's not going anywhere. She just wants me to chase after her" SM
"Well, get to chasing" SH
"She'll be back" SM
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"I can't believe he didn't stop me" MH
"It's just as well. I am so angry with him! I would have kept going" MM
"Did he really say he would use your money" MH
"Yeah!! I think so. And even if he didn't, he should not have gotten that loan with talking to me first! 'HIS' business! Humph! Well, he can have 'HIS' business!!" MM
Marita walked into her Pa's house. Isaac was siting in front of the fireplace reading. He looked up in surprise to see Marita.
"Hi baby girl" he said, as he stood up. Then he noticed her bag. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" she said as she walked to her room.
Isaac watched his daughter go into her room and close the door. He wondered if he needed his shotgun. He sat down to wait for a knock at the door.
An hour later......
KNOCK KNOCK
Isaac got up to answer the door.
"Isaac" Sean said.
"Sean" Isaac said as he nodded his head and gave him an accusing look.
Sean was very irritated and didn't feel like explaining anything to Isaac at the moment. Marita was his wife now and it was not any of Isaac's business what was going on between them. He was also worried about Marita. He knew she would come back home, but as each minute passed, his imagination began to run wild. He had come just to be sure she was here and then he intended to go back to the cabin.
"Is Marita here?" he asked.
Sean started feeling like he was 7 years old again, coming to ask if Marita could come out and play.
"She's in her room" Isaac said as he continued to block Sean's entrance into the house.
"You'd better get your wife and take her back home. You know you miss her already" SH
"Can I see her?" Sean asked, then gritted his teeth. He hated ASKING if he could see his own wife.
"Sure. You know where her room is" Isaac said, recalling Lexy's comment about seeing Sean climbing out of Marita's bedroom window.
Sean came inside and went to Marita's room. He knocked and called to her "Marita".
No response.
He tried to open the door but it was locked. "Marita" he pleaded. "Open the door. Please. Please Marita. I love you. I miss you already. Come home. We can talk about this".
Again, no response.
Pride showed up again.
"FINE! She can stay here!" SM
Sean turned and saw Isaac staring at him. His ego was crushed. Isaac witnessed him begging but to no avail. He walked passed Isaac and out of the door.
To Be Continued........................
As Marita was going over their books, she noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the back of the ledger. She pulled it out and saw that it was a receipt from the bank. Sean had taken out another loan. Marita saw red!
"He's got some explaining to do!" MM
"Don't jump to conclusions. You don't know what it's for" MH
"It doesn't matter. He didn't discuss this with me. What could he need a loan for? With the profits from the herbicide business, my salary from Mr. Logan and the profits from his crop, I don't see why he would do this" MM
Marita set the receipt aside and finished going over the books. After she completed them, Marita got up and prepared dinner. Her mind kept wandering back to the bank receipt and her anger toward Sean increased. As Marita bent over to take the rolls out of the oven, she heard the cabin door open and close. She gritted her teeth in preparation for the fight she knew was about to take place.
Sean was greeted with the sight of his wife bending over and his eyes admired the curve of her derriere. A smile crossed his face as he thought of how soft that derriere was. All of a sudden, Sean was no longer hungry for food. He was hungry for her. He walked up behind her and circled her waist and ran his hand over her stomach.
"Hey" he whispered as he nibbled on her ear.
"Sean, I need to talk to you" Marita said in a very neutral voice.
Sean's mind was focused on getting Marita naked and in bed, so he missed the tone in her voice.
"Alright" he said as he moved his hands to caress her breasts.
Marita's anger with him was so intense that his kisses and caresses didn't have any effect on her. She took his hands and removed them from her body, walked over the desk and picked up the bank receipt.
Sean watched her movements and wondered what could be so important.
"What is this?" Marita said as she held up the bank receipt.
As Sean walked over to her, he saw the anger in her eyes. He frowned because he had no idea what could make her so mad. He continued to look into her eyes as he grabbed the piece of paper from her. He looked at her for another second and frowned again before looking at the paper.
"Here comes a fight" SM
"Where did you find this?" Sean asked, trying to come up with an excuse to give her.
"Don't you dare lie to her!" SH
"What is it?" Marita asked again, her anger building because she knew he was stalling.
"He'd better not lie to me!" MM
"It's a receipt!" Sean snapped as he laid it down on the table. He was backed into a corner and was feeling very uncomfortable. His only way out was to be on the defensive.
"And what are you doing with a receipt from the bank?!" Marita demanded as Sean turned and walked into the bedroom. He was trying to save himself from drowning.
Marita stood in the same spot and waited for him to come out of the room.
"You may as well go out there. You can't hide in here forever" SM
Sean came out of the room prepared to do battle. He would let her say something first because he knew he was in hot water and didn't want to put his foot in his mouth unnecessarily.
Marita watched him walk over to the stove and start fixing his plate. Her temper exploded.
"WELL!!" she said.
Sean decided to play dumb and act as though he had not heard Marita and remained silent as he slowly piled food on his plate.
"ANSWER ME!!!!" Marita screamed.
Sean knew he was guilty and didn't have a way out. He decided to put up a wall of defense and got angry himself.
"Don't start nagging me Marita!" he snapped as he turned from the stove and walked over to the table.
"Nagging you! You call asking a question nagging?" she said as her eyes followed him.
"That's what I said, isn't it?!" he said as he sat down.
"Sean Patrick Logan, WHAT are you doing with a receipt from the bank!!" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Marita" Sean said as he looked up at her. "Don't stand there lecturing me! I'm a grown man and I don't need to ASK for my wife's permission every time I do something."
Marita took a deep breath. She was not going to let him turn this conversation away from its focus - the bank receipt.
"What are you doing with a bank receipt?" she said in a tempered voice.
"Marita, you're a smart woman. You know what a receipt is and what it means" he said in a very sarcastic voice. He knew he was in trouble and tried to turn the focus away from the bank receipt.
His sarcasm fueled her temper. "I'm going to ask you one more time! WHAT are you doing with a bank receipt!"
"Marita, don't talk to me like I'm a child!" he said, raising his voice.
"If you'd stop acting like one then maybe you wouldn't feel like you're being treated like one" Marita said.
"You didn't think I was a child a few nights ago" he said, referring to their all night lovemaking session.
"What are you doing with a bank receipt!" she said, not allowing him to steer their fight away from what he had done.
Sean knew his efforts to direct their discussion away from the bank receipt were futile. "What do you think!" his said, getting angrier in order to hide his guilt. "I got a loan".
"FOR WHAT!!" Marita yelled. Hearing him say he got a loan increased the temperature of her already hot temper.
"For that piece of crop land we bought from Vivian!" Sean yelled back.
Marita didn't know she could get any angrier with him, but she did. The profit from the last quarter's revenue from the herbicide business was more that enough to buy that land and that's what they had agreed to do.
"Didn't we decided to use the money from last quarter's earnings?!" Marita said as she put her hand on her hip.
"I could KILL him right now!" MM
"MARITA, I agreed to use your money for the warehouse and that was it!" he said.
"Sean, you are no longer a single man. This is OUR marriage and OUR business and you need to act like it. You can't decide to do something without considering me! And WE decided that the profits from last quarter would be used for to buy that land!" she said.
Sean was definitely a drowning man. Marita had talked about using those profits to buy Vivian's land. Sean did not say outright that he was in full agreement, but instead of getting into a heated battle with her, he let Marita believe that he would use hers. He was determined to build a life for them and he wanted to do it on his own. No help from his father and no help from his wife.
Sean's pride came to the surface full force. He did not like Marita lecturing him. He didn't like it because he knew he was wrong.
"Look Marita, don't lecture me and DO NOT tell me how to run MY business!!" he yelled.
"You shouldn't have said MY business" SH
SM was not listening.
"YOUR business?" Marita said in an ice-cold voice. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Sean deliberately put food in his mouth so he would not have to explain 'MY'. Marita stared at him for a few seconds before turning and walking into the bedroom and closing the door.
"You'd better go in there and apologize" SH
"For what?" SM
"For yelling at her" SH
"She started it" SM
"For saying 'MY' business" SH
"She knows I didn't mean that" SM
"For getting that loan" SH
"I never said I'd use her money" SM
"You let her think you would" SH
"She knows me. She should have known I wouldn't use her money" SM
"You really are fooling yourself" SH
SM didn't care. Pride was ruling now.
He continued to eat, refusing to think about how he was acting. He refused to admit that he was wrong this time. He heard the bedroom open but didn't look up from his plate of food.
"She's come to her senses" SM
"You REALLY are fooling yourself! It's you who needs to come to his senses" SH
He heard her walking toward him. When she continued passed him, Sean looked up to see Marita, with her bag in hand, heading for the door.
"Stop her!" SH
"She's not going anywhere" SM
When Marita saw him siting there stuffing his face, her anger at him was fueled again. She focused her eyes on the door and headed for it.
"Stop me" MH
"He'd better not say a word to me!" MM
The front door opened and closed.
"Go after her, you fool!" SH
"She's not going anywhere. She just wants me to chase after her" SM
"Well, get to chasing" SH
"She'll be back" SM
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"I can't believe he didn't stop me" MH
"It's just as well. I am so angry with him! I would have kept going" MM
"Did he really say he would use your money" MH
"Yeah!! I think so. And even if he didn't, he should not have gotten that loan with talking to me first! 'HIS' business! Humph! Well, he can have 'HIS' business!!" MM
Marita walked into her Pa's house. Isaac was siting in front of the fireplace reading. He looked up in surprise to see Marita.
"Hi baby girl" he said, as he stood up. Then he noticed her bag. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" she said as she walked to her room.
Isaac watched his daughter go into her room and close the door. He wondered if he needed his shotgun. He sat down to wait for a knock at the door.
An hour later......
KNOCK KNOCK
Isaac got up to answer the door.
"Isaac" Sean said.
"Sean" Isaac said as he nodded his head and gave him an accusing look.
Sean was very irritated and didn't feel like explaining anything to Isaac at the moment. Marita was his wife now and it was not any of Isaac's business what was going on between them. He was also worried about Marita. He knew she would come back home, but as each minute passed, his imagination began to run wild. He had come just to be sure she was here and then he intended to go back to the cabin.
"Is Marita here?" he asked.
Sean started feeling like he was 7 years old again, coming to ask if Marita could come out and play.
"She's in her room" Isaac said as he continued to block Sean's entrance into the house.
"You'd better get your wife and take her back home. You know you miss her already" SH
"Can I see her?" Sean asked, then gritted his teeth. He hated ASKING if he could see his own wife.
"Sure. You know where her room is" Isaac said, recalling Lexy's comment about seeing Sean climbing out of Marita's bedroom window.
Sean came inside and went to Marita's room. He knocked and called to her "Marita".
No response.
He tried to open the door but it was locked. "Marita" he pleaded. "Open the door. Please. Please Marita. I love you. I miss you already. Come home. We can talk about this".
Again, no response.
Pride showed up again.
"FINE! She can stay here!" SM
Sean turned and saw Isaac staring at him. His ego was crushed. Isaac witnessed him begging but to no avail. He walked passed Isaac and out of the door.
To Be Continued........................
