Roger had already left for work, Norman was working on Big O, and the house was clean, so Dorothy decided to play the piano. Roger had told her many times that she played exactly like she was: a machine. Sometimes it made her feel inferior, even though she was sure she was smarter than him.
The soft melody poured from her fingers gently. Dorothy closed her eyes and let her hands take control. Just as she began to lose herself to the music, she was interrupted by the sound of the loud doorbell.
Dorothy walked down to the entrance hallway, and standing in front of the elevator waiting for someone to come down was Lalia.
**ugh**
If Dorothy thought there was a purpose for it, she would have sighed. However, looking at Lalia smile, the android girl got the feeling that she had come in peace. They stood silently looking at each other for a moment, when finally Lalia spoke up.
"Ummm....it's Dorothy, right?"
Dorothy thought that she seemed nervous, almost apologetic. So she said with a half smile,
"Why don't we go into the kitchen? I'll make us some tea."
Lalia nodded, and they proceeded into the kitchen. Dorothy put a pot of water on the stove and sat across from Lalia.
******Silence******
"Dorothy," Lalia said, a slight shake in her voice. "I'm no good at apologizing, but I was out of line the other day. I'm sorry, it's not you, I'm just angry and you were the closest thing within my range of insults. Do you forgive me?"
"Yes, I forgive you. What were you angry about?"
"Well, it's been two years since I left Roger. When I saw that another woman had moved in, I kinda went into defensive mode."
"Rest assured Lalia, Roger and I are not together. He negotiated for me, but I have no money since my father is dead. The only way I could repay him is to do work around the house. I clean, but I'm nothing more to him."
Lalia cocked an eyebrow.
"That doesn't sound like Roger at all. He probably just hasn't told you how he feels. He's not good at expressing himself, the whole concept scares him to death!"
"I'm no champion of expression either, but it seems to me that Roger has issues left unsolved concerning you. If you don't mind my asking, what happened between the two of you?"
"No, it's ok, I don't mind at all. What happened was..."
Roger suddenly appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. In his hand was a box, a gift for Dorothy, and his mouth hung open.
"LALIA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!?!? LEAVE DOROTHY ALONE!"
"Roger, shut up!" Dorothy yelled over him. He was stunned by the tone of her voice...was she defending Lalia?
'MY GOD,' he thought. 'IT'S A WORLD GONE MAD!!!!!'
"It's all right Roger," Lalia said calmly. "I was just leaving. Dorothy, thanks for everything. We'll take a rain check on that tea, ok? There's a great coffee shop on Main Street, I'll give you a call tomorrow and we'll make plans."
"Yes, that would be nice Lalia. I'll walk you to the door."
As R. Dorothy Wayneright walked out the door with his ex-girlfriend, Roger looked toward the ceiling and said to himself,
"This is a test isn't it? God has got a sick sense of humor!"
Dorothy walked back in to find Roger in the exact same spot, staring at where they had been sitting.
"Roger, are you all right?"
"What the hell was that about?"
"Lalia came by to apologize, so I invited her in. We had some good conversation. What's that in your hand?"
Roger remembered the gift, and he handed it to Dorothy.
"This is for you. I thought maybe...well, if you wanted to, well...I made reservations for the two of us at IL Bartiloto. It's foreign food and the best restaurant in Paradigm."
"I don't have anything to wear Roger."
He smiled.
"Open the box!"
Dorothy gently ripped the paper from the gift. It almost pained her to touch it, he'd obviously gone to great lengths to get it right.
When she lifted the lid off of the box, two tickets to the theater were revealed, and beneath them was a navy-blue, silk dress. She handed Roger the tickets so she could look at it.
When she lifted it out of the box, it flowed to the floor in a swift motion. It was a spaghetti-strap, and the dress itself came up two inches above the knee. The back continued down to the floor in blue lace with rhinestones sewed in. A matching shall and a pair of shoes were lying in the box.
"Do you like it?" Roger said, his eyes a little glazed over.
Dorothy smiled and hugged him.
"This is the most thoughtful thing you have ever done. I love it Roger!"
When they parted, Roger had a huge smile on his face. He then handed her the tickets.
"Les Miserables?"
"It's a beautiful play, you'll love it, I promise! I timed everything so we'll have plenty of time to enjoy our meal before the show. We'll have a great time!"
Dorothy realized that he had forgotten she was an android...she could eat, but she couldn't taste. Oh well, she would fake it.
For him, she would do anything!
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There's another chapter. I like where this is going, don't you? To answer the burning question...THIS IS A D/R STORY! I wouldn't have it any other way. Lalia is nothing more than a hilarious plot twist. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and/or leave a review. Thanks, keep reading, more is coming soon!
~*Tori*~
The soft melody poured from her fingers gently. Dorothy closed her eyes and let her hands take control. Just as she began to lose herself to the music, she was interrupted by the sound of the loud doorbell.
Dorothy walked down to the entrance hallway, and standing in front of the elevator waiting for someone to come down was Lalia.
**ugh**
If Dorothy thought there was a purpose for it, she would have sighed. However, looking at Lalia smile, the android girl got the feeling that she had come in peace. They stood silently looking at each other for a moment, when finally Lalia spoke up.
"Ummm....it's Dorothy, right?"
Dorothy thought that she seemed nervous, almost apologetic. So she said with a half smile,
"Why don't we go into the kitchen? I'll make us some tea."
Lalia nodded, and they proceeded into the kitchen. Dorothy put a pot of water on the stove and sat across from Lalia.
******Silence******
"Dorothy," Lalia said, a slight shake in her voice. "I'm no good at apologizing, but I was out of line the other day. I'm sorry, it's not you, I'm just angry and you were the closest thing within my range of insults. Do you forgive me?"
"Yes, I forgive you. What were you angry about?"
"Well, it's been two years since I left Roger. When I saw that another woman had moved in, I kinda went into defensive mode."
"Rest assured Lalia, Roger and I are not together. He negotiated for me, but I have no money since my father is dead. The only way I could repay him is to do work around the house. I clean, but I'm nothing more to him."
Lalia cocked an eyebrow.
"That doesn't sound like Roger at all. He probably just hasn't told you how he feels. He's not good at expressing himself, the whole concept scares him to death!"
"I'm no champion of expression either, but it seems to me that Roger has issues left unsolved concerning you. If you don't mind my asking, what happened between the two of you?"
"No, it's ok, I don't mind at all. What happened was..."
Roger suddenly appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. In his hand was a box, a gift for Dorothy, and his mouth hung open.
"LALIA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!?!? LEAVE DOROTHY ALONE!"
"Roger, shut up!" Dorothy yelled over him. He was stunned by the tone of her voice...was she defending Lalia?
'MY GOD,' he thought. 'IT'S A WORLD GONE MAD!!!!!'
"It's all right Roger," Lalia said calmly. "I was just leaving. Dorothy, thanks for everything. We'll take a rain check on that tea, ok? There's a great coffee shop on Main Street, I'll give you a call tomorrow and we'll make plans."
"Yes, that would be nice Lalia. I'll walk you to the door."
As R. Dorothy Wayneright walked out the door with his ex-girlfriend, Roger looked toward the ceiling and said to himself,
"This is a test isn't it? God has got a sick sense of humor!"
Dorothy walked back in to find Roger in the exact same spot, staring at where they had been sitting.
"Roger, are you all right?"
"What the hell was that about?"
"Lalia came by to apologize, so I invited her in. We had some good conversation. What's that in your hand?"
Roger remembered the gift, and he handed it to Dorothy.
"This is for you. I thought maybe...well, if you wanted to, well...I made reservations for the two of us at IL Bartiloto. It's foreign food and the best restaurant in Paradigm."
"I don't have anything to wear Roger."
He smiled.
"Open the box!"
Dorothy gently ripped the paper from the gift. It almost pained her to touch it, he'd obviously gone to great lengths to get it right.
When she lifted the lid off of the box, two tickets to the theater were revealed, and beneath them was a navy-blue, silk dress. She handed Roger the tickets so she could look at it.
When she lifted it out of the box, it flowed to the floor in a swift motion. It was a spaghetti-strap, and the dress itself came up two inches above the knee. The back continued down to the floor in blue lace with rhinestones sewed in. A matching shall and a pair of shoes were lying in the box.
"Do you like it?" Roger said, his eyes a little glazed over.
Dorothy smiled and hugged him.
"This is the most thoughtful thing you have ever done. I love it Roger!"
When they parted, Roger had a huge smile on his face. He then handed her the tickets.
"Les Miserables?"
"It's a beautiful play, you'll love it, I promise! I timed everything so we'll have plenty of time to enjoy our meal before the show. We'll have a great time!"
Dorothy realized that he had forgotten she was an android...she could eat, but she couldn't taste. Oh well, she would fake it.
For him, she would do anything!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's another chapter. I like where this is going, don't you? To answer the burning question...THIS IS A D/R STORY! I wouldn't have it any other way. Lalia is nothing more than a hilarious plot twist. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and/or leave a review. Thanks, keep reading, more is coming soon!
~*Tori*~