Hal gets his just dessert

by Eleanor Tylbor

What's for dessert?" he hollered from the den, "and bring it in to me. And this time watch how many spoons of sugar you put in the coffee. Better yet - add some of that sweetener crap you use. I gotta watch my weight - no thanks to you."

Sheila picked up the cake knife and stared at for a while, a feeling of rage building inside, but cut two slices of cake instead. One large one for Hal and a sliver for her.

She carried them into the den pausing at the door entrance to pose seductively in the negligee she had bought for their special occasion, allowing it to fall open.

"Do you want…cream with your coffee?" she asked, the tone of her voice inviting and alluring.

"You kidding? I just told you I'm watching my diet," he answered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.

"Are you sure you don't want some…cream, just for tonight?" she asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, in an attempt to attract his attention.

"You deaf? I just this minute told you I'm trying to lose some pounds!" he answered, his voice was taking on a definite edge. "I swear. Sometimes I think you're deaf!"

Swinging her hips and moving provocatively in his direction, Sheila didn't notice the empty dinner plate on the floor near his armchair, until she was almost on top of it. As foot met plate she skidded forward, hurtling the cake straight ahead where it landed on Hal's massive knees. Staring down at his lap he looked at the remnants of the cake and then at Amy.

"No milk in my coffee?" Hal said unemotionally.

Sprawled on the floor, her negligee ripped down the side, she felt she was on the verge of hysteria. A cry of agony born out of frustration was slowly forming in her throat.

"Do you know what just happened?" Sheila screamed, slowly regaining her composure and standing up. "Are you blind or so indifferent to my presence that nothing about me affects you anymore?"

"Shoot! They're losing!" Hal said choking up, his voice on the verge of tears. "Our team is losing, Sheila! What are we gonna do?"

"That's really too bad," she commented, pulling herself to a standing position in front of him. "This will mean something to you, being a hockey fan and all. My version of icing."

She grabbed a handful of cake in each hand and smeared the chocolate topping accross her husband's face.

"And this is a loose puck," she stated sarcastically, picking up the plate and hurling it at the television screen. "See? I learned that from you! At least you contributed something positive to our marriage!" Amy said calmly, turning on her heels and leaving the room. When she returned, she was fully dressed with a suitcase in her hand.

"I'm leaving you, Hal," she announced matter-of-factly. "Don't come looking or trying to find me."

Opening the door she hesitated for an instant, hoping for some type of emotional response or sign that would stop her exit, but it never came.

"Don't be home late," he responded dispassionately, staring at the smoking TV.

"By the way Hal - happy birthday," she said, closing the door behind her.

Walking down the hall towards the elevator she put her hand in her pocket and took out the business card Mike had handed her earlier in the week.

'Michael Pickering, divorce lawyer.' What was it that Estelle always said? A woman marries hoping he will change but he doesn't, and a man marries hoping she won't change and she does. Time for new beginnings. She flagged down a taxi and never looked back.

"173 Center Street," she told the driver.

One thing for sure - sharing the same space with Estelle would be interesting.

To be continued...

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A serving of hockey to go

By Eleanor Tylbor

Lately, she had found herself thinking about this very subject, especially after encountering someone special from her past.

"Remember Mike Pickering from our senior year? Almost walked right by him yesterday. He's lost most of his hair but it's those piercing blue eyes of his that made me recognize him."

"Didn't you have the hots for him?" Estelle asked, studying the waiter as he bent over while emptying the plates in the trash can. "Hmmm...nice... I mean, Mike was very nice as I recall."

"Me and a hundred other girls had the hots for him," Sheila answered, suddenly feeling nostalgic for her youthful past. "He's a big shot lawyer now with a firm here in town. Even gave me his business card."

"So you talked to him, too. Well that's a good start! Now if you'd only leave that jerk of a husband of yours…"

"Far be it for me to interrupt another of your tirades but I better go check out that gourmet shop you recommended before it closes. Call you later."


It took more than a half-hour to get served at Estelle's favorite upscale delicatessen and the prices they charged would put her budget out of whack for a couple months, but it would be worth it if it would entice her husband away from TV. The clerk suggested escargots and smoked eel but knowing Hal's very basic tastes, she opted to play it safe with a beef consommé, and steak tartar for the main course. A decadently rich, chocolate mousse birthday cake for dessert completed the order. The food was expensive but it was a small price to pay if their relationship could be salvaged.


Their dining room table was set with their best dinnerware, along with two new crystal wineglasses she had bought for the occasion. Dimming the lights she lit perfumed votive candles to lend a romantic air to their dining. A few stirs to the bisque and it was time, as they said in hockey talk, to drop the puck.

"Dinner ready yet?" Hal bellowed from another room. "It's between periods so we better eat now."

"Almost," she yelled back. "You can come in now."

"We celebrating a special occasion?" Hal asked, scanning the beautifully set table before settling in his chair"

Your fortieth year on this earth is special, so I went all out and chose a gourmet menu for us."

"Dark in here," he commented, looking around and staring into his soup bowl. "Can't see what I'm eating. Hey – maybe that's a good thing! "

Only Hal laughed."What's this stuff?" he asked, sniffing the air like a dog and moving his spoon through the liquid.

"It's…lobster bisque…very light…" she stammered. "Try it!"

He pushed the bowl away spilling some of the liquid out of the bowl, grabbed a slice of French bread from the basket, and tore into the crust.

"Can't eat this soup!" he spluttered between bites. "You know I can't stand fish! What in hell made you think I would eat this crap?"

There was no use trying to reason with him when he made up his mind about something and didn't bother trying. Instead, she removed the bowl and emptied the contents into the sink. If Hal knew how much money she had poured down the drain he would have a stroke, which would suit her just fine at that moment.

Next was the steak tartar and she gritted her teeth anticipating his reaction.

"Raw hamburger!" he barked at her, moving the meat around the plate with his fork. 'Ya wanna gimme food poisoning?"

"Not hamburger. It's steak tartar," she answered matter-of-factly, "and one eats it rare."

"Well this...one likes his well done! Take this…tartar crap and fry it up like it was meant to be cooked and add a side dish of fries. Don't forget the ketchup.Bring it in to me when it's ready," he told her, walking out of the dining room. "The game is starting again."

Her body shook with frustration and anger and her eyes filled with tears. Why had she bothered trying to please him when she knew in her heart that this would be the end result?

Only dessert remained to be served, but she held on to the ever dimming hope that maybe they could still re-ignite the passion they once had shared. She had nothing to lose at this point. This was her last shot.

To be continued.


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