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Chapter Two: Head on Collision/ Part Two
PRESENT:
It wasn't a regular occurrence that Susan Mayer lunched at the social club. Truthfully, she found the atmosphere rather pretentious and the food never agreed with her bowels. But, when Ian had asked her to meet him there for a bite to eat, she had told him she would attend.
Now, for any suburban housewife such as Susan, requests for lunch-dates were few and far between. So when these rare opportunities arose she had to make sure, that everything happened perfectly.
On this occasion, this involved concealing the extra water weight she had recently started to retain following from her new found pregnancy.
The risqué technique of doing up her pants using a coat hanger was one that could have rather painful consequences; however Susan had mastered it during her teenage years. She was now applying it to a pair of smart, black slacks she had found in the January sales.
When she met up with Ian an hour later, no signs of pregnancy were remotely showing. As Ian told her, she looked- "radiant."
They were seated in the main dining room. Some classical music was playing that Susan had heard at a Publisher's funeral last month. As she'd expected, the atmosphere wasn't anymore relaxed than it had been last time she had come. Ian suddenly jumped, and turned skittishly towards the door, grabbing Susan's arm.
"What?" Susan whispered, trying to remain composed as she was literally dragged from the room.
"My Parents are over there. They can't see us here!"
Susan turned; catching a glimpse of the table that Ian was doing his best to avoid. Then, she noticed a familiar, red-headed friend of hers dining with them…
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As a young child, Gabrielle Solis had loved playing dress-up. She recalled dragging a heavy armchair through to her Mother's room, clambering on to it and digging out all of her Mother's expensive shoes that under no circumstances was she allowed to touch. Then, she'd proceed to try them all on, admiring herself in the full length mirror on the other side of the room.
She loved shoes. She felt complete when strutting around in them. She felt complete.
Gabrielle's Mother had only caught her once at her antics. She'd punished Gabrielle, demanding that she wouldn't buy anymore clothes for three months. At the time, this seemed like the end of the world for Gabrielle. Her Mother had always been the disciplinarian. However, what her Mother failed to realize is that the one thing that children wear out faster than shoes, are their parents.
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Karl Mayer had always enjoyed golf. His high-school coach had told him that he could have easily got a scholarship. But, Karl not being very confident and not believing in himself at that age, had settled for an apprenticeship with a law-firm. Something that he thought would be cool at the time. He'd be like a cop, just without running the risk of getting blown to pieces by a gang wielding firearms. He was very wrong.
So, now in his late forties and his back beginning to weaken, Karl was reduced to playing small tournaments with friends at the Fairview Country Club.
He often saw Ian Hainsworth's Father on the course, Graham. That morning, Karl approached him for the first time.
"Hi."
"Hey." The ageing man turned and greeted Karl with a charming smile.
"Ian's Father… right?" Karl held out a hand which Graham took in a firm handshake.
"Yes…you know my son?"
"Oh. I'm a good friend of Susan's"
"Oh" the old man looked puzzled for a moment, then continued. "The new girlfriend."
"Yeah, that's right. I just wanted to congratulate you on the expectant Grandchild. Susan's thrilled!"
Karl grimaced as the elderly man's face fell.
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Lynette was growing increasingly irritable as Eliza made herself increasingly more comfortable in the Scavo family household. After urging Tom to ask her politely to leave and his attempt failing, she was growing increasingly desperate. She was even considering asking her if she was in financial difficulty and offering to "help her out." Anything to get rid of the thing that was causing her the painful memories that she was beginning to experience.
"Got any jello?" Eliza asked, rudely.
"No, you ate it all"
"Oh. Well can't you just run to the store?"
"No, you should've budgeted"
"Budgeted jello…? Are you serious?"
"Entirely"
Lynette left the room.
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Susan's cheeks were burning; her entire body was prickling with the immense heat that was engulfing it. She felt like she was verging on self combustion, bursting into glorious flames right there on Wisteria Lane as she rung Bree's doorbell repeatedly.
After a few moments, a very stressed looking Mrs. Hodge opened the door, tutting.
"Good Evening? Oh, Susan, what a pleasant surprise"
"Do you know what's more of a surprise? Coming home to find Ian knows everything, someone told his Parent's at the club today"
"Oh good grief! How terrible." She opened the door a little wider. Come in, come in. I've just taken some muffins out of the oven."
"Bree. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Every grown woman forgets a contraceptive sometimes sweetie."
"I saw you today at the club. With Ian's parents."
Bree looked at her friend in horror, absorbing her ridiculous accusation.
"Susan- you can't possibly believe that I-"
"I don't know what to believe anymore Bree."
And with that, Susan turned, tears attempting to escape and flow from her tired eyes.
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PAST:
JANUARY
Evening.
Eliza's House.
Lynette had been over the incident so many times in her head.
His body on hers.
His tongue, exploring her mouth.
His smell, left on her body.
She'd also been over why she didn't scream in her head on numerous nights, alone in her bed.
And for that, she couldn't find any logical answer.
This particular evening Eliza was stopping over after completing their science project on volcanoes. They'd watched some movie about a teenage super-hero finding love in a high school and now they'd snuggled down to attempt to get some sleep. Lynette rolled over, facing her friend.
"If I tell you something; promise not to ever, ever dare me to do anything again."
Eliza simply nodded and that was all Lynette needed. That simple gesture was her trigger to pour all of it out. Everything that was caged up inside, deep in places she didn't know she had.
And after it was done, after she'd divulged everything. She finally felt clean.
"Don't be stupid Lynette" Eliza laughed, and rolled over.
She laughed.
She didn't believe her.
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PRESENT:
Lynette had packed Eliza's case for her. By packed, she actually meant throwing all her clothes into it and doing the zip half way up.
"I need you to leave now."
"Why?"
Lynette remained silent.
This is what it felt like.
Not being able to scream.
Not being able to ask for help.
Not being to speak a word.
It was that feeling again.
"'Cos I moaned about jello? Did that piss you off?"
Silence,
"Why? Lynette" she pursued forcefully.
"Because you laughed."
And with that, Lynette Scavo was free.
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Bree had finished baking and was now carrying her empty cardboard packaging to the trash cans outside of her property. Noticing Susan across the street, she waved, trying to capture her attention. Susan looked up, but did not reciprocate the gesture, and went into her house.
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Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain.
As time ticks by, lots of friendships cease to exist. The truth is that people constantly grow inside, causing them to grow apart.
When this inevitable fate occurs it is always best to let them go.
To attempt to keep a dying friendship alive is just unbearably painful.
On both sides.