I was just finished setting the table when someone knocked on the
door. Abby had gotten Susan to watch Bry and she was coming over for
dinner.
I had made my specialty . . .pasta. I glanced in the mirror one last time before opening the door.
"Hi!" she said.
I blinked. "Rosie! W-w-hat are you doing here?" I stammered.
"I'm here to see you, you jerk," she said, pushing her way past me into my apartment.
"Oh John!" she gasped as she saw the candle lit dinner. "Did someone at the hospital tell you I was coming over? I went there to get your address and this large man at the admin desk said. . ."
"You have to leave," I interrupted.
"I just got here," she said, tossing her coat on the couch. "I've missed you. And if living in Chicago is what it takes to be with you then I'll do it."
"Rosie, we broke up," I said. I looked at my watch. Abby was going to arrive any minute. I had to get Rosie out of there.
"No we didn't," she said. "You said you were going back to Chicago. You never said anything about breaking up."
I rolled my eyes. "I thought it was implied."
"Besides, why would you break up with me?" she asked. She walked towards me and wrapped her arms around me. "We get along so well." She went to kiss me but I broke away.
"Rosie, I have a date tonight."
"A date?" Her eyes widened. "You're cheating on me?"
"We're not together anymore, Rosie, so I can't cheat on you." I was getting frustrated.
"This just doesn't make any sense." She sat dejectedly on the couch.
"I'm sorry. But can we please talk about this later? She's gonna be here any minute."
Rosie's expression suddenly turned angry. Then she smiled. "You know, I think I'll stay here," she said. "I'd like to size up the competition."
"There's no competition," I told her. "Between you and Abby. . .Abby wins, hands down."
Rosie scowled at me. Abby knocked on the door. I opened it and stepped out into the hall. "Hi," I said, kissing her.
She smiled at me. "Hi."
"We have a bit of a problem," I said. "My ex-girlfriend from Atlanta decided to show up today. She said she got my address from the hospital. And I can't seem to make her leave."
Abby frowned. "I'll make her leave," she said.
I opened the door for Abby and silently prayed that Rosie would not pitch too much of a fit. "You must be Abby," Rosie said, extending her hand.
Abby just looked at it without much interest. "Yes," she said. "And, who are you?"
Rosie's eyes flashed. "Rosie Harris," she said. "John's girlfriend," she added with a smirk.
Abby nodded. "Really? Well that's good." She walked into the kitchen. "So I suppose this lovely table has been set this way for you?"
Rosie's nostrils flared. "Actually, my boyfriend says it's for you. But what I want to know is why my boyfriend is having an intimate, candle lit dinner with another woman." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Abby smiled. "Oh, no, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about." Abby smiled at me. "I'm not dating him or sleeping with him or anything like that."
"You're not?" Rosie asked, not quite believing Abby.
"No, of course not. It's just that, I'm the mother of his child and we were going to discuss custody."
Rosie turned to face me. "You have a child?" she snarled.
"Yeah," I said. Rosie just stared at me so I continued. "Her name is Bryanne and she's four-yea. . ."
Rosie slapped me across the face. "You son-of-a-bitch," she said. "I can't believe you never told me you had a child."
I briefly considered telling her that I had only just found out about Bryanne but decided not too. "Well, I thought it would upset you," I said.
"Damn straight," she said. She marched out of the apartment and before she slammed the door she looked straight at Abby and said, "I hope your little girl grows up to be as much of a whore as you are."
Abby and I just looked at each other for a moment before we burst out laughing. "What was that all about?" she asked me.
I shrugged. "Dunno, really," I said. "She always seemed rather normal but tonight she's proved otherwise."
Abby nodded and hugged me. "Well, I'm just glad she's gone," she murmured into my chest.
"Me too, Abby. Me too."
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know what to do next! Hopefully I'll come up with some ideas soon but don't be afraid to make suggestions. Thanks!
I had made my specialty . . .pasta. I glanced in the mirror one last time before opening the door.
"Hi!" she said.
I blinked. "Rosie! W-w-hat are you doing here?" I stammered.
"I'm here to see you, you jerk," she said, pushing her way past me into my apartment.
"Oh John!" she gasped as she saw the candle lit dinner. "Did someone at the hospital tell you I was coming over? I went there to get your address and this large man at the admin desk said. . ."
"You have to leave," I interrupted.
"I just got here," she said, tossing her coat on the couch. "I've missed you. And if living in Chicago is what it takes to be with you then I'll do it."
"Rosie, we broke up," I said. I looked at my watch. Abby was going to arrive any minute. I had to get Rosie out of there.
"No we didn't," she said. "You said you were going back to Chicago. You never said anything about breaking up."
I rolled my eyes. "I thought it was implied."
"Besides, why would you break up with me?" she asked. She walked towards me and wrapped her arms around me. "We get along so well." She went to kiss me but I broke away.
"Rosie, I have a date tonight."
"A date?" Her eyes widened. "You're cheating on me?"
"We're not together anymore, Rosie, so I can't cheat on you." I was getting frustrated.
"This just doesn't make any sense." She sat dejectedly on the couch.
"I'm sorry. But can we please talk about this later? She's gonna be here any minute."
Rosie's expression suddenly turned angry. Then she smiled. "You know, I think I'll stay here," she said. "I'd like to size up the competition."
"There's no competition," I told her. "Between you and Abby. . .Abby wins, hands down."
Rosie scowled at me. Abby knocked on the door. I opened it and stepped out into the hall. "Hi," I said, kissing her.
She smiled at me. "Hi."
"We have a bit of a problem," I said. "My ex-girlfriend from Atlanta decided to show up today. She said she got my address from the hospital. And I can't seem to make her leave."
Abby frowned. "I'll make her leave," she said.
I opened the door for Abby and silently prayed that Rosie would not pitch too much of a fit. "You must be Abby," Rosie said, extending her hand.
Abby just looked at it without much interest. "Yes," she said. "And, who are you?"
Rosie's eyes flashed. "Rosie Harris," she said. "John's girlfriend," she added with a smirk.
Abby nodded. "Really? Well that's good." She walked into the kitchen. "So I suppose this lovely table has been set this way for you?"
Rosie's nostrils flared. "Actually, my boyfriend says it's for you. But what I want to know is why my boyfriend is having an intimate, candle lit dinner with another woman." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Abby smiled. "Oh, no, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about." Abby smiled at me. "I'm not dating him or sleeping with him or anything like that."
"You're not?" Rosie asked, not quite believing Abby.
"No, of course not. It's just that, I'm the mother of his child and we were going to discuss custody."
Rosie turned to face me. "You have a child?" she snarled.
"Yeah," I said. Rosie just stared at me so I continued. "Her name is Bryanne and she's four-yea. . ."
Rosie slapped me across the face. "You son-of-a-bitch," she said. "I can't believe you never told me you had a child."
I briefly considered telling her that I had only just found out about Bryanne but decided not too. "Well, I thought it would upset you," I said.
"Damn straight," she said. She marched out of the apartment and before she slammed the door she looked straight at Abby and said, "I hope your little girl grows up to be as much of a whore as you are."
Abby and I just looked at each other for a moment before we burst out laughing. "What was that all about?" she asked me.
I shrugged. "Dunno, really," I said. "She always seemed rather normal but tonight she's proved otherwise."
Abby nodded and hugged me. "Well, I'm just glad she's gone," she murmured into my chest.
"Me too, Abby. Me too."
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know what to do next! Hopefully I'll come up with some ideas soon but don't be afraid to make suggestions. Thanks!