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Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Ten
The late afternoon breeze blew through the neighborhood, drying clothes, children and anything else that was outside. It was refreshing, for it had been hot all day and everyone needed a little cooling down.
Isabelle Marshall, a long time Queens native, was getting ready to go to her friend Rose's place to play their daily game of rummy. Isabelle, being in her fifties, and never leaving her neighborhood for more than a day, knew everything that happened on the block.
Her story was much the same as the other women she knew. She had married young. Had six kids, raised them and looked after her husband. Now, her kids were grown, her husband was retired, and she had a chance to get some time to herself. She was a pretty woman with long black hair down the middle of her back. She was a little on the chubby side, but her husband always said he loved her that way. She had dark brown eyes that sparkled when she talked about something she was interested in. She was kind, considerate and would do anything for a friend.
Another perk to her having all this time on her hands, was her friendship with Rose Boscorelli. She and Rose had known each other for a good number of years and had become very friendly with each other after they both discovered their passion for the bottle. There wasn't a day go by without the two friends meeting for a drink and a game of cards. What else was there to do with their time? They had paid their dues. Spent years raising kids, putting themselves on the backburner. It was their time to relax and have a few. And have a few they did.
Isabelle checked on the casserole she had cooking in the oven, went into the livingroom and kissed her husband Charlie on the head. " I'm goin' ta Rose's place. Dinner's in the oven." she said, as she bent over.
Charlie grunted something inaudible, as was his way, and snapped the paper he was reading. " Don't be all night over there, Belle. You know how you git when ya'v been ta Rose's place".
She rolled her eyes. " I know, hon. I won't be too long. I'm just gonna have a game of cards and a couple drinks". she said, almost whining. Damn that man. She spent years of her life waiting on him and he didn't want her to have any fun.
" Uh huh." was his reply.
She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She needed a drink. Definately time for a drink.
It only took her a few minutes to reach Rose's place. Rose had fairly decent house. It was a two story that was painted blue with white shutters. It needed some work, but Isabelle didn't think it had been touched in years. Not since Ray had left, or rather, had been kicked to the curb.
She walked up the stone walkway, careful not to kick any of the broken stones out of place and knocked on the front door. There was no reply, but the inside door was open. Isabelle shaded her eyes with her hand and looked through the screen door.
Rose never left her inside door open when she wasn't home. How strange, she thought to herself.
Sensing that something was amiss, Isabelle tried the door. It was unlocked. Maybe Rose was in the bathroom.
Isabelle started down the hall, talking as she did so. " Hey Rosie, you'll never guess what Jackie Smalls told Angie Amante at the grocery store....."
She got to the kichen door and stopped. A high pitched scream escaped her lips. Rose was lying on the floor, covered in her own vomit. She was dead.
TBC
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Ten
The late afternoon breeze blew through the neighborhood, drying clothes, children and anything else that was outside. It was refreshing, for it had been hot all day and everyone needed a little cooling down.
Isabelle Marshall, a long time Queens native, was getting ready to go to her friend Rose's place to play their daily game of rummy. Isabelle, being in her fifties, and never leaving her neighborhood for more than a day, knew everything that happened on the block.
Her story was much the same as the other women she knew. She had married young. Had six kids, raised them and looked after her husband. Now, her kids were grown, her husband was retired, and she had a chance to get some time to herself. She was a pretty woman with long black hair down the middle of her back. She was a little on the chubby side, but her husband always said he loved her that way. She had dark brown eyes that sparkled when she talked about something she was interested in. She was kind, considerate and would do anything for a friend.
Another perk to her having all this time on her hands, was her friendship with Rose Boscorelli. She and Rose had known each other for a good number of years and had become very friendly with each other after they both discovered their passion for the bottle. There wasn't a day go by without the two friends meeting for a drink and a game of cards. What else was there to do with their time? They had paid their dues. Spent years raising kids, putting themselves on the backburner. It was their time to relax and have a few. And have a few they did.
Isabelle checked on the casserole she had cooking in the oven, went into the livingroom and kissed her husband Charlie on the head. " I'm goin' ta Rose's place. Dinner's in the oven." she said, as she bent over.
Charlie grunted something inaudible, as was his way, and snapped the paper he was reading. " Don't be all night over there, Belle. You know how you git when ya'v been ta Rose's place".
She rolled her eyes. " I know, hon. I won't be too long. I'm just gonna have a game of cards and a couple drinks". she said, almost whining. Damn that man. She spent years of her life waiting on him and he didn't want her to have any fun.
" Uh huh." was his reply.
She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She needed a drink. Definately time for a drink.
It only took her a few minutes to reach Rose's place. Rose had fairly decent house. It was a two story that was painted blue with white shutters. It needed some work, but Isabelle didn't think it had been touched in years. Not since Ray had left, or rather, had been kicked to the curb.
She walked up the stone walkway, careful not to kick any of the broken stones out of place and knocked on the front door. There was no reply, but the inside door was open. Isabelle shaded her eyes with her hand and looked through the screen door.
Rose never left her inside door open when she wasn't home. How strange, she thought to herself.
Sensing that something was amiss, Isabelle tried the door. It was unlocked. Maybe Rose was in the bathroom.
Isabelle started down the hall, talking as she did so. " Hey Rosie, you'll never guess what Jackie Smalls told Angie Amante at the grocery store....."
She got to the kichen door and stopped. A high pitched scream escaped her lips. Rose was lying on the floor, covered in her own vomit. She was dead.
TBC