Dorothy sat on the piano bench, still and silent, she listened to the yelling coming from Roger's office.
"Lalia, you left two years ago, you can't come back and assume you can take more stuff! If my memories are correct, which ::they are:: didn't you already come for your things?"
Lalia rolled her eyes.
"Roger, there were a few things I couldn't carry out the front door, for God's sake!"
"Fine, what else do you want?"
"Well, I left behind some underwear..."
"Your underwear has been burned. Next?"
"My microwave, I want that back too!
"These are all things you could have taken with you. Anything else?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I want my piano back!"
Roger walked up the stairs, Lalia walking close behind him. Dorothy was playing a soft tune on the piano, and Lalia felt a sudden surge of jealousy. Dorothy stopped playing and stood to greet their guest.
Roger saw the look Lalia was giving Dorothy, and he said,
"Lalia, I would like to introduce you to Miss Dorothy Wayneright. Dorothy, this is Lalia Mannino."
This girl Roger had been arguing with, Lalia, she seemed to be angry. Dorothy noticed her tension. Lalia's long, brown curls were pulled back in a ponytail, but from the looks of the designer clothes she was wearing, she was probably as wealthy as Roger.
Dorothy outstretched her hand politely to shake Lalia's, but she didn't return the favor, she only chuckled.
"Roger," Lalia said smugly. "I can't believe you replaced me so soon. She's so young, so homely! Have you turned soft? You usually only let the beauties into the mansion. Well, I guess from the looks of things, times have severely changed."
Roger decided to ignore the remark, but Dorothy couldn't.
"It seems to me that Roger had feelings for you of a purely sexual nature. Otherwise I cannot see why he'd keep around such an old hag." Dorothy forced a grin onto her face to add a sting to her comments.
Roger's mouth fell open, Norman chuckled quietly, and Lalia squinted her eyes as her skin became red with anger.
"YOU LITTLE...WHY I OUGHTA...**ahem** Roger must have a difficult time controlling you, God knows he couldn't hold me down."
Roger finally thought it would be best to put his two cents in.
"Listen Miss Mannino, Dorothy and I are not together. She's just a very close friend."
"I'm sure she is. Well, I must be going Roger. It was nice seeing you again. Just have them send the piano to my house in east dome number 5."
Dorothy could almost feel a disappointment within her. That was ::her:: piano dammit! What would Lalia do with it anyway? She didn't seem like the type who would play such a delicate instrument.
When Roger came back upstairs, he saw Dorothy running her fingers gently over the keys.
"Are you really going to let her take it, Roger?"
"Dorothy, it's the only way to get her out of our hair."
Roger noticed Dorothy's usual frown deepen.
"Did you love her Roger? Was she your lover?"
"That's a little forward of you to ask, don't you think?"
"If you find it forward it is only because you are afraid to answer."
Roger's eyes widened. He couldn't believe the tone of voice she was using. She sounded...hurt? Damn...she'd cornered him!
::sighs::
"Dorothy, there is a difference between love and...uh...not love. Wait, no, um...a better way to put it is, there is a difference between loving someone and being IN love with someone."
"So you loved her."
"Yes, but I was never ::in:: love with her. Do you understand?"
Dorothy remained silent for a moment.
"Were you sleeping with her?"
Roger was taken back but not shocked by that question. When there was no response, Dorothy guessed that he probably had a relationship of a more sexual nature with Lalia.
"So now she wants her piano back?"
"It's not technically ::her:: piano. I bought it after she said it would look nice in this room. But it was my money that was used to purchase it."
"Then why are you giving it to her? I want you to keep it."
Dorothy looked down at the beautiful, black, piano. Roger saw a gleam of disappointment in her eyes.
"Dorothy," he said. "If it means that much to you, I won't give her the piano."
Roger's eyes met hers, and he could tell she was grateful.
"Thank you."
The next day, Lalia received word that she would not get the piano. After that fight she and Roger had had, Lalia moved back in with her mother. And so as she sat in the living room, looking at old pictures of herself and Roger, she sought comfort in her mother's arms.
"Mom, I think I was a little harsh to that other girl yesterday. I'm just so angry at him!"
Lalia's mother shook her head.
"My dear, Roger may be a louse, but this girl has done nothing wrong. I think you should go back and apologize."
"Maybe..."
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"Lalia, you left two years ago, you can't come back and assume you can take more stuff! If my memories are correct, which ::they are:: didn't you already come for your things?"
Lalia rolled her eyes.
"Roger, there were a few things I couldn't carry out the front door, for God's sake!"
"Fine, what else do you want?"
"Well, I left behind some underwear..."
"Your underwear has been burned. Next?"
"My microwave, I want that back too!
"These are all things you could have taken with you. Anything else?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I want my piano back!"
Roger walked up the stairs, Lalia walking close behind him. Dorothy was playing a soft tune on the piano, and Lalia felt a sudden surge of jealousy. Dorothy stopped playing and stood to greet their guest.
Roger saw the look Lalia was giving Dorothy, and he said,
"Lalia, I would like to introduce you to Miss Dorothy Wayneright. Dorothy, this is Lalia Mannino."
This girl Roger had been arguing with, Lalia, she seemed to be angry. Dorothy noticed her tension. Lalia's long, brown curls were pulled back in a ponytail, but from the looks of the designer clothes she was wearing, she was probably as wealthy as Roger.
Dorothy outstretched her hand politely to shake Lalia's, but she didn't return the favor, she only chuckled.
"Roger," Lalia said smugly. "I can't believe you replaced me so soon. She's so young, so homely! Have you turned soft? You usually only let the beauties into the mansion. Well, I guess from the looks of things, times have severely changed."
Roger decided to ignore the remark, but Dorothy couldn't.
"It seems to me that Roger had feelings for you of a purely sexual nature. Otherwise I cannot see why he'd keep around such an old hag." Dorothy forced a grin onto her face to add a sting to her comments.
Roger's mouth fell open, Norman chuckled quietly, and Lalia squinted her eyes as her skin became red with anger.
"YOU LITTLE...WHY I OUGHTA...**ahem** Roger must have a difficult time controlling you, God knows he couldn't hold me down."
Roger finally thought it would be best to put his two cents in.
"Listen Miss Mannino, Dorothy and I are not together. She's just a very close friend."
"I'm sure she is. Well, I must be going Roger. It was nice seeing you again. Just have them send the piano to my house in east dome number 5."
Dorothy could almost feel a disappointment within her. That was ::her:: piano dammit! What would Lalia do with it anyway? She didn't seem like the type who would play such a delicate instrument.
When Roger came back upstairs, he saw Dorothy running her fingers gently over the keys.
"Are you really going to let her take it, Roger?"
"Dorothy, it's the only way to get her out of our hair."
Roger noticed Dorothy's usual frown deepen.
"Did you love her Roger? Was she your lover?"
"That's a little forward of you to ask, don't you think?"
"If you find it forward it is only because you are afraid to answer."
Roger's eyes widened. He couldn't believe the tone of voice she was using. She sounded...hurt? Damn...she'd cornered him!
::sighs::
"Dorothy, there is a difference between love and...uh...not love. Wait, no, um...a better way to put it is, there is a difference between loving someone and being IN love with someone."
"So you loved her."
"Yes, but I was never ::in:: love with her. Do you understand?"
Dorothy remained silent for a moment.
"Were you sleeping with her?"
Roger was taken back but not shocked by that question. When there was no response, Dorothy guessed that he probably had a relationship of a more sexual nature with Lalia.
"So now she wants her piano back?"
"It's not technically ::her:: piano. I bought it after she said it would look nice in this room. But it was my money that was used to purchase it."
"Then why are you giving it to her? I want you to keep it."
Dorothy looked down at the beautiful, black, piano. Roger saw a gleam of disappointment in her eyes.
"Dorothy," he said. "If it means that much to you, I won't give her the piano."
Roger's eyes met hers, and he could tell she was grateful.
"Thank you."
The next day, Lalia received word that she would not get the piano. After that fight she and Roger had had, Lalia moved back in with her mother. And so as she sat in the living room, looking at old pictures of herself and Roger, she sought comfort in her mother's arms.
"Mom, I think I was a little harsh to that other girl yesterday. I'm just so angry at him!"
Lalia's mother shook her head.
"My dear, Roger may be a louse, but this girl has done nothing wrong. I think you should go back and apologize."
"Maybe..."
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