make a portal
between two rooms, or maybe take out the entire wall. I’ll just have to look at
the blueprints so we don’t make the roof fall down. I’ll draw up some ideas and
come by tomorrow.”
Later at night,
Lawrence had too much wine and Laura smirked when Thomas rolled his eyes. The
lawyer’s advice was even better than Thomas’s.
“I can’t say how
happy I am Marc found you, but there’s something you have to understand about
him. He’s used to women taking what they want and need. He won’t understand if
you need a car, or tampons, or a vacation to the Bahamas, he’ll expect you to
just get it.”
He glanced up at
Marc who looked about to fall on the floor laughing, and added with a slight
slur, “If you don’t mind me saying so.”
“Not at all,
because you’re right.”
“Though, given
recent circumstances… If you choose to go to Bahamas, I suggest you tell Marc
to go with you.”
It took a couple
days for her to realize just how right the lawyer was. Marc sat in the
now remodeled living room reading a script, chuckling to himself, and called
out to her. “Babe, would you be a doll and run over to the store for me?”
You want me
to do what?
They had been
out and about enough for her to get a feeling of the city, but the thought of
going somewhere alone in his monster of a car intimidated her.
“You mean, go
alone, in the Cadillac?”
He peeked up
over the rim of the glasses he loved to pretend he didn’t need and smiled.
“Sure, it’s
still outside. Take one of the others if you don’t like that one.”
“Others?”
His attention
was already back on the script, and he sounded absent-minded.
“The keys are in
that little grey box on the garage wall. Just be careful. I don’t think the
roads are slippery, but they can be.”
She was clearly
supposed to get going and leave him alone so he could work, but she still echoed,
“Garage?”
He looked up
again, and put the script down on his lap.
“Oh... Come on.”
We have a
garage?
Marc bounced to
his feet, got her coat and plopped a hat down on her head.
“Don’t want you
to be cold.”
A second later,
he grabbed her hand, pulled her through a door she never saw before, and down a
staircase.
How does he
explode with energy like that? This must have been here all the time and I had
no idea. What else have I missed?
They went
through a thick door, and she squinted as lights came on, illuminating a vast
space underneath the house.
Marc sounded
like a little boy.
“I like cars,
but right now I only like the Escalade. If none of these do it for you, tell
Lawrence what you want and he’ll get one. Keys are over there. Anything looking
white or shiny on the road is slippery. Be careful.”
He pulled her
close and kissed her with much more passion than she expected. Then, he was
gone, and she stared at two rows of shining beauties.
Which one
will be the least expensive to fix if I slide off the road? Oh wow, is that a
Cobra?
Her fingers
hovered over the shiny hood, eager to touch, but worried about leaving a print
on the immaculate paint.
I’d love to
try that Corvette, if I’m still here when summer comes.
For her first
time driving in winter, something sturdy with four-wheel drive would be good.
The snow was gone from their yard, but that didn’t mean the road couldn’t be
slippery…
Her feet carried
her past a very large Humvee and a Harley Davidson, and stopped in front of a
sensible dark red Jeep. She looked at it and tilted her head to the side.
“Wha’cha say,
you and me?”
In her
imagination, the car answered.
“Sure, let’s go
for a ride.”
*****
Later in the
day, Laura sat in the kitchen, frowning over her cell phone.
Is Marc still
reading? He’s sure been doing that a lot. I hope he isn’t tired of me. How am I
supposed to know when to leave? He seems happy, and surprisingly sober, but
he’s used to play a role, so who knows.
Her mood didn’t
lighten from seeing her checking
between two rooms, or maybe take out the entire wall. I’ll just have to look at
the blueprints so we don’t make the roof fall down. I’ll draw up some ideas and
come by tomorrow.”
Later at night,
Lawrence had too much wine and Laura smirked when Thomas rolled his eyes. The
lawyer’s advice was even better than Thomas’s.
“I can’t say how
happy I am Marc found you, but there’s something you have to understand about
him. He’s used to women taking what they want and need. He won’t understand if
you need a car, or tampons, or a vacation to the Bahamas, he’ll expect you to
just get it.”
He glanced up at
Marc who looked about to fall on the floor laughing, and added with a slight
slur, “If you don’t mind me saying so.”
“Not at all,
because you’re right.”
“Though, given
recent circumstances… If you choose to go to Bahamas, I suggest you tell Marc
to go with you.”
It took a couple
days for her to realize just how right the lawyer was. Marc sat in the
now remodeled living room reading a script, chuckling to himself, and called
out to her. “Babe, would you be a doll and run over to the store for me?”
You want me
to do what?
They had been
out and about enough for her to get a feeling of the city, but the thought of
going somewhere alone in his monster of a car intimidated her.
“You mean, go
alone, in the Cadillac?”
He peeked up
over the rim of the glasses he loved to pretend he didn’t need and smiled.
“Sure, it’s
still outside. Take one of the others if you don’t like that one.”
“Others?”
His attention
was already back on the script, and he sounded absent-minded.
“The keys are in
that little grey box on the garage wall. Just be careful. I don’t think the
roads are slippery, but they can be.”
She was clearly
supposed to get going and leave him alone so he could work, but she still echoed,
“Garage?”
He looked up
again, and put the script down on his lap.
“Oh... Come on.”
We have a
garage?
Marc bounced to
his feet, got her coat and plopped a hat down on her head.
“Don’t want you
to be cold.”
A second later,
he grabbed her hand, pulled her through a door she never saw before, and down a
staircase.
How does he
explode with energy like that? This must have been here all the time and I had
no idea. What else have I missed?
They went
through a thick door, and she squinted as lights came on, illuminating a vast
space underneath the house.
Marc sounded
like a little boy.
“I like cars,
but right now I only like the Escalade. If none of these do it for you, tell
Lawrence what you want and he’ll get one. Keys are over there. Anything looking
white or shiny on the road is slippery. Be careful.”
He pulled her
close and kissed her with much more passion than she expected. Then, he was
gone, and she stared at two rows of shining beauties.
Which one
will be the least expensive to fix if I slide off the road? Oh wow, is that a
Cobra?
Her fingers
hovered over the shiny hood, eager to touch, but worried about leaving a print
on the immaculate paint.
I’d love to
try that Corvette, if I’m still here when summer comes.
For her first
time driving in winter, something sturdy with four-wheel drive would be good.
The snow was gone from their yard, but that didn’t mean the road couldn’t be
slippery…
Her feet carried
her past a very large Humvee and a Harley Davidson, and stopped in front of a
sensible dark red Jeep. She looked at it and tilted her head to the side.
“Wha’cha say,
you and me?”
In her
imagination, the car answered.
“Sure, let’s go
for a ride.”
*****
Later in the
day, Laura sat in the kitchen, frowning over her cell phone.
Is Marc still
reading? He’s sure been doing that a lot. I hope he isn’t tired of me. How am I
supposed to know when to leave? He seems happy, and surprisingly sober, but
he’s used to play a role, so who knows.
Her mood didn’t
lighten from seeing her checking
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