"Such a coincidence meeting you two!" Estelle exclaimed, making herself comfortable in the empty seat next to Jean-Paul. "I've been dying to see this movie for a long time."
"Would that it could be arranged…"
"Sorry?" Estelle commented at Sheila's remark.
"I meant, of course, isn't everyone? Even more of a fluke since the film is playing in theatres all across town, and you just happen to pick this one! Will coincidences never cease?" Sheila added sarcastically.
"Go figure!" Estelle laughed, shrugging her shoulders.
"But Estelle – you phoned me twenty minutes ago from this theatre begging me to meet you. Remember?" Rhoda suggested.
"Didn't somebody offer to get popcorn? Estelle asked, attempting to diffuse an increasingly uncomfortable situation. "I like mine with lots of butter."
"Me too. Even though it makes my fingers yucky. I can't stand the feel of grease on my hands!" Rhoda said, staring at her hands and rubbing them together.
"Oh I wouldn't knock grease. It does have a place in the right situation," Estelle said, throwing her head back and laughing, while staring brazenly at Jean-Paul.
"Now that we've settled the popcorn issue. Just a drink for me, Jean-Paul," Sheila offered. "No ice."
There was limited conversation between them while they waited for Jean-Paul's return.
"It got great reviews," Estelle remarked, clearing her throat nervously. "Did you read that, too, Rhoda?"
"I heard that too," Rhoda agreed. "Yup – great review…"
"Full theatre," Estelle continued, glancing around. "Hey - isn't that Al over there?"
"I can't tell. Maybe."
"You forgot your glasses again, didn't you, Rhoda?"
"Duh, I can see a big screen without them," Rhoda answered sarcastically.
"It is Al and that's Moliz with him," Estelle said. "Shoot! He's coming over here. Pretend you don't see him."
"I'm not pretending. I can't," Rhoda answered. "Why? You broke off with him last year."
"Just do it, okay?"
"Hello there, ladies!" a well-built male wearing an Australian outback hat stopped at their aisle. "Haven't seen you since…"
"…a long time," Estelle quickly jumped in. "Time does fly when you're having fun. Still broadcasting the oldies-but-goodies on the radio?"
"That I am, m'dear. Of all people to meet. D'ya still have that Australian whip I gave you? Remember when we…"
"…so, are you alone?" Estelle jumped in quickly.
"I'm here with Moliz. You remember Moliz?"
"We met her before. Who's that seated on her right?" Estelle asked, stretching her neck to get a good look and waving at Moliz.
"Me and Sharky are sharin' her tonight."
"Not surprised. Moliz always did believe in the more, the merrier."
"Hey-hey! We're just friends out for a nice evenin' at the movies," Al winked in response to the remark. "Better get back over there. Don't wanna give Sharky an unfair advantage. Why don't you give me a ring and we can re-live old times? We were always good together."
"Look at that! The movie is gonna start in two minutes! Always an experience seeing you, Al!"
As they watched him make his way back to his seat, Jean-Paul returned, his arms filled with their popcorn and drinks.
"Sorry to take so long but there was a long line up," Jean-Paul said, as Sheila stood up and grabbed a container of popcorn and drink.
"Here – let me help you with that," Estelle offered taking two boxes of popcorn and handing one to Rhoda. "You do have such…manly hands, Jean-Paul. So strong yet so smooth to the touch."
Estelle rubbed her hand across Jean-Paul's palm and he didn't make any move to remove his hand.
Sheila found herself unable to focus on the screen and instead watched Estelle at the corner of her eye. She debated whether or not she should take a chance and make a move to hold Jean-Paul's hand and as she gently reached over, she saw Estelle holding Jean-Paul's right hand.
"Just looking for a napkin," Sheila stammered, taken aback with Estelle's brazen forwardness.
"Here – I have some extras," Rhoda stretched and handed them to Sheila. "A person can't have enough napkins when you eat buttered popcorn."
Anger seethed through Sheila's body and then her eyes welled up with tears.
"Um…you know, Jean Paul – I suddenly have this terrible migraine. Whenever I get one, the best thing to do is to go home and sleep it off," Sheila said while sniffing and wiping her now dripping nose with the back of her hand.
"I know where you're coming from. Of course we understand. Go back to the apartment and nurse your migraine, sweety. We can manage on our own, can't we Jean-Paul?" Estelle said, excitedly.
"I am very sorry for you, that you have a headache," Jean-Paul responded removing his hand from Estelle's, genuine concern in his voice. "Don't forget our breakfast with Moliz. You will be there, yes?"
Estelle had a triumphant look of a conqueror as Jean-Paul waited for a response.
"Count on it. Of course I'll be there – wouldn't miss it for the world! See you back at the apartment, Estelle?"
"I hope you feel better," Rhoda said, stuffing her mouth full of popcorn.
As she walked back to the apartment, she realized that she and Estelle could be sharing more than just a place to live.
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
COFFEE, CROISSANTS AND JEAN-PAUL
The phone was ringing as they entered Estelle's apartment.
"Why does that always happen?" Estelle mumbled rushing to answer. "Hi there, you! Missing me already?" she said, smiling broadly. "You could have called me on my cell if you wanted to talk to me that badly..."
Her smile slowly dissolved as she handed the phone over to Sheila.
"It's for you… Jean-Paul… Probably wants to know how you liked his croissants. That man is so into his bakery."
Estelle hovered nearby, glancing over periodically as Sheila carried on her conversation.
"This is a surprise. We just barely got home and I haven't had the chance to try them yet…"
"See? Told you!" Estelle said softly. "Frenchmen and their croissants! Almost an obsession! Given the choice they'd probably choose pastries over sex, I swear!"
"…haven't planned that far ahead to be honest," Sheila said, aware that Estelle was studying her. "No I haven't seen that yet… Let me think on that. Can I get back to you? A pencil and paper, Estelle?"
"If it's to write down Jean-Paul's phone numbers – I have them both!" Estelle responded, a definite edge to her voice. "I always keep the numbers of my favorite people handy."
"Um – bonjour!" she commented as the conversation ended.
"Well? What did he want? C'mon - share!" Estelle asked, as she set the table. "Wait 'til you taste his croissants. Perfection. Did I mention to you that me and Jean-Paul know each other for two years now but it feels like we've known each other much longer than that. We're close. I mean, we were never really officially seeing each other but we dated a few of times."
Sheila got the distinct impression that Estelle was trying to tell her hands-off in her own inimitable fashion.
"Coffee or tea?" she went on. "Personally, I think that drinking anything but coffee with croissants is blasphemous. I mean – croissants are so - you know - French," Estelle said, barely taking a breath between sentences. "So? What did he want?"
"Just like you said, he wanted to know how we liked the croissants," Sheila said, choosing her words carefully.
"And? Just that?"
"So…he asked if I had seen this movie – I forget the name now," Sheila commented, helping Estelle finish setting the table.
"Oh…really. That's all?" Estelle went on.
"And…he asked me if I wanted to go see it with him…" Sheila spluttered.
"Well of course he does! Jean-Paul is like…so polite! He knows that you're my house guest from out of town and he wants to make you feel at home in a new city!"
At that point Sheila wasn't sure whether Estelle was warning her that she was her guest and as such, at her mercy, or assessing the situation and offering her personal take on it.
"Of course you're right," Sheila assured Estelle. "He's just being friendly."
"Naturally. I mean, why else would he do it?" Estelle asked, the smile returning on her lips. "It's his way. Part of that French charm. Okay – instant or freshly brewed?"
"Would it…be alright if…if I had tea?"
"Don't tell me you're a tea drinker," Estelle gasped, "but don't worry – we'll make this our little secret. Not that there's anything wrong with tea. I mean, I drink it when I'm malade... Malade means sick. Jean-Paul taught me that. Oh that man is so romantic!"
"So then you wouldn't mind if we go to the movie together?" Sheila asked, gauging the expression on Estelle's face. "We won't be late."
"Why would I mind? We're all friends here, right? Anyway, I've got lots of stuff to do and then there's the planning for that welcome party for you! I've got lots of really great available guys for you to meet."
Again Sheila felt that her friend was setting down territorial rules and Jean-Paul was off limits. For her part she was merely going to the movies with a friend. No more, no less. Then, what was the fluttery feeling in her stomach every time she remembered Jean-Paul's face studying hers from across the counter?
"Here's an extra key," Estelle said, handing it over to her, "but call before you come home very late. You never know who could be here."
There was very little conversation between them throughout brunch other than the occasional "pass the cream" or "more tea?" Sheila wondered if Estelle's hospitality could come to an abrupt end sooner than later.
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"Why does that always happen?" Estelle mumbled rushing to answer. "Hi there, you! Missing me already?" she said, smiling broadly. "You could have called me on my cell if you wanted to talk to me that badly..."
Her smile slowly dissolved as she handed the phone over to Sheila.
"It's for you… Jean-Paul… Probably wants to know how you liked his croissants. That man is so into his bakery."
Estelle hovered nearby, glancing over periodically as Sheila carried on her conversation.
"This is a surprise. We just barely got home and I haven't had the chance to try them yet…"
"See? Told you!" Estelle said softly. "Frenchmen and their croissants! Almost an obsession! Given the choice they'd probably choose pastries over sex, I swear!"
"…haven't planned that far ahead to be honest," Sheila said, aware that Estelle was studying her. "No I haven't seen that yet… Let me think on that. Can I get back to you? A pencil and paper, Estelle?"
"If it's to write down Jean-Paul's phone numbers – I have them both!" Estelle responded, a definite edge to her voice. "I always keep the numbers of my favorite people handy."
"Um – bonjour!" she commented as the conversation ended.
"Well? What did he want? C'mon - share!" Estelle asked, as she set the table. "Wait 'til you taste his croissants. Perfection. Did I mention to you that me and Jean-Paul know each other for two years now but it feels like we've known each other much longer than that. We're close. I mean, we were never really officially seeing each other but we dated a few of times."
Sheila got the distinct impression that Estelle was trying to tell her hands-off in her own inimitable fashion.
"Coffee or tea?" she went on. "Personally, I think that drinking anything but coffee with croissants is blasphemous. I mean – croissants are so - you know - French," Estelle said, barely taking a breath between sentences. "So? What did he want?"
"Just like you said, he wanted to know how we liked the croissants," Sheila said, choosing her words carefully.
"And? Just that?"
"So…he asked if I had seen this movie – I forget the name now," Sheila commented, helping Estelle finish setting the table.
"Oh…really. That's all?" Estelle went on.
"And…he asked me if I wanted to go see it with him…" Sheila spluttered.
"Well of course he does! Jean-Paul is like…so polite! He knows that you're my house guest from out of town and he wants to make you feel at home in a new city!"
At that point Sheila wasn't sure whether Estelle was warning her that she was her guest and as such, at her mercy, or assessing the situation and offering her personal take on it.
"Of course you're right," Sheila assured Estelle. "He's just being friendly."
"Naturally. I mean, why else would he do it?" Estelle asked, the smile returning on her lips. "It's his way. Part of that French charm. Okay – instant or freshly brewed?"
"Would it…be alright if…if I had tea?"
"Don't tell me you're a tea drinker," Estelle gasped, "but don't worry – we'll make this our little secret. Not that there's anything wrong with tea. I mean, I drink it when I'm malade... Malade means sick. Jean-Paul taught me that. Oh that man is so romantic!"
"So then you wouldn't mind if we go to the movie together?" Sheila asked, gauging the expression on Estelle's face. "We won't be late."
"Why would I mind? We're all friends here, right? Anyway, I've got lots of stuff to do and then there's the planning for that welcome party for you! I've got lots of really great available guys for you to meet."
Again Sheila felt that her friend was setting down territorial rules and Jean-Paul was off limits. For her part she was merely going to the movies with a friend. No more, no less. Then, what was the fluttery feeling in her stomach every time she remembered Jean-Paul's face studying hers from across the counter?
"Here's an extra key," Estelle said, handing it over to her, "but call before you come home very late. You never know who could be here."
There was very little conversation between them throughout brunch other than the occasional "pass the cream" or "more tea?" Sheila wondered if Estelle's hospitality could come to an abrupt end sooner than later.
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Saturday, January 3, 2009
A NEW CHAPTER
by Eleanor Tylbor
Although she was physically and mentally exhausted, sleep escaped Sheila. The couch was narrow and comfortable enough but it was the images of Hal that kept her in a netherland of sleep and semi-consciousness. In her dream state Hal's features were grotesque and each time he opened his mouth to speak, remnants of rotten food mixed with saliva flowed out of his mouth. Over and over he kept screaming, "Sheila - why did you leave me? I need you Sheila! Go get me a sandwich!"
"Sheila! Sweetie! Hello?" a distant voice interrupted the disturbing images.
Opening her eyes, she saw Estelle leaning over shaking her shoulder. Her pillow was soaked with perspiration.
"Are you okay?" Estelle said, her voice filled with concern. "I got scared when I heard you yelling."
"Nightmares!" Sheila responded, rubbing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to come to full consciousness.
"I'm guessing the cause is Hal and not some bad guacamole? Actually...given his love for food" Estelle laughed. "Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll go get us some fresh croissants at La Baguetterie down the street?"
The last thing that she wanted to do was close her eyes. A trip to the bakery sounded like a better option.
"Sounds good to me. Know what? Give me ten minutes to shower and we'll go together," Sheila suggested.
"Are you sure you're up to it? I mean...you look very tired..."
"Estelle. We've been friends like...forever. Is there a reason why you don't want me to go along with you?"
"Well... No - of course not. I was just thinking about...your health! We don't want you to get sick or anything..." Estelle stammered, turning her head away from Sheila as she spoke.
"Good! Just gimme a few minutes to revive myself and dress! This is the first day of my new life! Ohmygawd! I sound like something out of a romance novel!"
The hot water revived her and she found herself actually singing in the shower. Under normal circumstances and having naturally curly hair, she would have blown it straight. However, today it didn't matter and she didn't want to keep Estelle waiting.
"Nice to hear you singing," Estelle said, grabbing her coat in the hall cupboard. "Some advice from a good friend? Don't give up your day job!"
"Actually, I was thinking of starting a recording career," Sheila responded, laughing. It felt so good to feel happy again.
As they were walking out of the door, the phone rang.
"The voice mail will pick it up," Estelle said matter-of-factly.
"Are you sure? Could be somebody important like your friend from last night! Maybe he wants to pick up where you both left off before I entered the picture."
"He'll wait. Anyway - it'll just make him more anxious to see me when we get together next time. C'mon - they run out of croissants fast."
The phone was still ringing as Estelle locked the door and continued to ring long after they both had left.
It was a short ten-minute walk to The Baguetterie and as they opened the door, the sweet smell of yeast inter-mingled with freshly-baked bread greeted them.
"Hmmmmmm... Almost as good as sex, huh? Estelle said, winking at Sheila. "Notice I said almost."
Sheila was completely caught up studying the display case filled with pastries and long sticks of french bread. It reminded her of her business trip to France a few years back.
"So? What you think?" a deep masculine voice interrupted her flash-back. "Do they look good enough to eat?"
"And then some!" she blurted out.
"We have been told that we make the best pastries in town. You are Estelle's friend, no?" the voice asked.
Looking up, she gasped at the source who was leaning over on the other side of the counter. He was tall and muscular with thick black wavy hair speckled with flour. His smile was warm and welcoming and Sheila felt herself blush uncontrollably.
"I am Jean-Paul and you are?" he asked, genuine inquisitiveness in his tone.
"Sheila. I'm Sheila," she managed to get out.
"He owns the bakery," Estelle interjected. "We're good friends - very good friends."
"Would you like to taste one?" Jean-Paul asked, pointing to an eclaire and grabbing the pastry as he spoke. He handed her one and she found herself devouring the pastry.
"Delicious," Sheila said, finishing the last piece. "I...we didn't have breakfast, yet."
"One should savor all the good things in life," Jean-Paul commented, watching as she licked the cream from her fingers, "and not just yearn for them."
"Don't I know that!" Estelle jumped in. "A dozen croissants, sil vous plait?"
However, Jean-Paul didn't hear the order since his attention was focused on Sheila.
To be continued...
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Although she was physically and mentally exhausted, sleep escaped Sheila. The couch was narrow and comfortable enough but it was the images of Hal that kept her in a netherland of sleep and semi-consciousness. In her dream state Hal's features were grotesque and each time he opened his mouth to speak, remnants of rotten food mixed with saliva flowed out of his mouth. Over and over he kept screaming, "Sheila - why did you leave me? I need you Sheila! Go get me a sandwich!"
"Sheila! Sweetie! Hello?" a distant voice interrupted the disturbing images.
Opening her eyes, she saw Estelle leaning over shaking her shoulder. Her pillow was soaked with perspiration.
"Are you okay?" Estelle said, her voice filled with concern. "I got scared when I heard you yelling."
"Nightmares!" Sheila responded, rubbing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to come to full consciousness.
"I'm guessing the cause is Hal and not some bad guacamole? Actually...given his love for food" Estelle laughed. "Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll go get us some fresh croissants at La Baguetterie down the street?"
The last thing that she wanted to do was close her eyes. A trip to the bakery sounded like a better option.
"Sounds good to me. Know what? Give me ten minutes to shower and we'll go together," Sheila suggested.
"Are you sure you're up to it? I mean...you look very tired..."
"Estelle. We've been friends like...forever. Is there a reason why you don't want me to go along with you?"
"Well... No - of course not. I was just thinking about...your health! We don't want you to get sick or anything..." Estelle stammered, turning her head away from Sheila as she spoke.
"Good! Just gimme a few minutes to revive myself and dress! This is the first day of my new life! Ohmygawd! I sound like something out of a romance novel!"
The hot water revived her and she found herself actually singing in the shower. Under normal circumstances and having naturally curly hair, she would have blown it straight. However, today it didn't matter and she didn't want to keep Estelle waiting.
"Nice to hear you singing," Estelle said, grabbing her coat in the hall cupboard. "Some advice from a good friend? Don't give up your day job!"
"Actually, I was thinking of starting a recording career," Sheila responded, laughing. It felt so good to feel happy again.
As they were walking out of the door, the phone rang.
"The voice mail will pick it up," Estelle said matter-of-factly.
"Are you sure? Could be somebody important like your friend from last night! Maybe he wants to pick up where you both left off before I entered the picture."
"He'll wait. Anyway - it'll just make him more anxious to see me when we get together next time. C'mon - they run out of croissants fast."
The phone was still ringing as Estelle locked the door and continued to ring long after they both had left.
It was a short ten-minute walk to The Baguetterie and as they opened the door, the sweet smell of yeast inter-mingled with freshly-baked bread greeted them.
"Hmmmmmm... Almost as good as sex, huh? Estelle said, winking at Sheila. "Notice I said almost."
Sheila was completely caught up studying the display case filled with pastries and long sticks of french bread. It reminded her of her business trip to France a few years back.
"So? What you think?" a deep masculine voice interrupted her flash-back. "Do they look good enough to eat?"
"And then some!" she blurted out.
"We have been told that we make the best pastries in town. You are Estelle's friend, no?" the voice asked.
Looking up, she gasped at the source who was leaning over on the other side of the counter. He was tall and muscular with thick black wavy hair speckled with flour. His smile was warm and welcoming and Sheila felt herself blush uncontrollably.
"I am Jean-Paul and you are?" he asked, genuine inquisitiveness in his tone.
"Sheila. I'm Sheila," she managed to get out.
"He owns the bakery," Estelle interjected. "We're good friends - very good friends."
"Would you like to taste one?" Jean-Paul asked, pointing to an eclaire and grabbing the pastry as he spoke. He handed her one and she found herself devouring the pastry.
"Delicious," Sheila said, finishing the last piece. "I...we didn't have breakfast, yet."
"One should savor all the good things in life," Jean-Paul commented, watching as she licked the cream from her fingers, "and not just yearn for them."
"Don't I know that!" Estelle jumped in. "A dozen croissants, sil vous plait?"
However, Jean-Paul didn't hear the order since his attention was focused on Sheila.
To be continued...
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008
NEW BEGINNINGS
By Eleanor Tylbor
Looking around Estelle's apartment it was obvious to Sheila that her sudden arrival had interrupted special plans for the evening. The surface of the floor was covered in various clothes including a maid's uniform replete with black garter belt and black hose.
"You or - him?" Sheila asked, a definite amused quality in the tone of her voice.
"You'll never know," Estelle said, rushing to pick up the clothes. "Then again - maybe you will. So you finally left the idiot! It's about time, that's all I can say. Just think about all the fun ahead."
Somehow, her friend's comments made her feel defensive. Perhaps it was also because it was a reflection on her low self-esteem that she had stayed with someone that obviously everyone saw as a jerk, except her.
"I'm here, aren't I? Doesn't that tell you something?" Sheila responded, feeling that she was being attacked.
"Take it easy, girl! I'm just happy that you finally made a move! Just lemme finish cleaning all this stuff..."
She grabbed the three empty bottles of champagne and a can of whipped cream, shaking it.
"Empty. You know - whipped cream is so...versatile," Estelle laughed shaking the can, "but then you're not ready to hear about those kind of things - yet. But you will!"
"The only thing I want to think about now is peace and quiet and I never want to see or hear another hockey game - ever!"
Sheila realized that she was yelling at the mere mention of the word 'hockey.'
"Sorry - don't know why I reacted like that."
"I do. Years of having to listen and cater to Hal the loser. I'm sure he and his big screen TV will be happy. Wanna bet he probably still hasn't realized that you left him?"
Estelle was probably right. A flash of Hal sitting in his arm chair, the remnants of their special gourmet meal she had prepared dripping down his face and his only reaction was to bemoan how his team had lost the game.
"So...like...what d'ya wanna do? We could grab a latte down at the coffee shop..."
"Would you mind if we stayed in?" Sheila responded, feeling suddenly mentally and physically exhausted. "I'm getting a migraine and I'm absolutely no good when that happens."
"What's the matter with me? Of course you're exhausted after everything you've gone through! I've got a fan-tas-tic idea! I'm gonna make you a welcome cocktail party and introduce you to everyone! Nobody makes a par-tee like me! Gotta plan it right... Make a list of the right people you should meet..."
"Estelle - gimme a break! I mean - that sounds like a fun idea but all I want right now is a bed and sleep if that's okay with you?"
"Oh you mean that beds can be used for sleeping too?" Estelle laughed. "Sorry - force of habit. I meant a party this weekend of course. There's somebody you just hav'ta meet. Consider it your "lookout world - Sheila is here!" statement. Plenty of time to talk - and plan - tomorrow."
Estelle brought in a comforter and pillows.
"Hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch. We've...I've tried it and it's very comfortable. Nighty-night. Don't let anyone bite. Actually... Never mind."
As she laid down on the couch, she felt something sticking in her back and sliding her hand under her hips, she retrieved a plastic object.
"What in the world is this... Oh-my-oh-my," she said to herself. "You sure lead a busy life, Estelle!"
Exhaustion overtook her and her dreams were filled with hockey play-by-plays.
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Looking around Estelle's apartment it was obvious to Sheila that her sudden arrival had interrupted special plans for the evening. The surface of the floor was covered in various clothes including a maid's uniform replete with black garter belt and black hose.
"You or - him?" Sheila asked, a definite amused quality in the tone of her voice.
"You'll never know," Estelle said, rushing to pick up the clothes. "Then again - maybe you will. So you finally left the idiot! It's about time, that's all I can say. Just think about all the fun ahead."
Somehow, her friend's comments made her feel defensive. Perhaps it was also because it was a reflection on her low self-esteem that she had stayed with someone that obviously everyone saw as a jerk, except her.
"I'm here, aren't I? Doesn't that tell you something?" Sheila responded, feeling that she was being attacked.
"Take it easy, girl! I'm just happy that you finally made a move! Just lemme finish cleaning all this stuff..."
She grabbed the three empty bottles of champagne and a can of whipped cream, shaking it.
"Empty. You know - whipped cream is so...versatile," Estelle laughed shaking the can, "but then you're not ready to hear about those kind of things - yet. But you will!"
"The only thing I want to think about now is peace and quiet and I never want to see or hear another hockey game - ever!"
Sheila realized that she was yelling at the mere mention of the word 'hockey.'
"Sorry - don't know why I reacted like that."
"I do. Years of having to listen and cater to Hal the loser. I'm sure he and his big screen TV will be happy. Wanna bet he probably still hasn't realized that you left him?"
Estelle was probably right. A flash of Hal sitting in his arm chair, the remnants of their special gourmet meal she had prepared dripping down his face and his only reaction was to bemoan how his team had lost the game.
"So...like...what d'ya wanna do? We could grab a latte down at the coffee shop..."
"Would you mind if we stayed in?" Sheila responded, feeling suddenly mentally and physically exhausted. "I'm getting a migraine and I'm absolutely no good when that happens."
"What's the matter with me? Of course you're exhausted after everything you've gone through! I've got a fan-tas-tic idea! I'm gonna make you a welcome cocktail party and introduce you to everyone! Nobody makes a par-tee like me! Gotta plan it right... Make a list of the right people you should meet..."
"Estelle - gimme a break! I mean - that sounds like a fun idea but all I want right now is a bed and sleep if that's okay with you?"
"Oh you mean that beds can be used for sleeping too?" Estelle laughed. "Sorry - force of habit. I meant a party this weekend of course. There's somebody you just hav'ta meet. Consider it your "lookout world - Sheila is here!" statement. Plenty of time to talk - and plan - tomorrow."
Estelle brought in a comforter and pillows.
"Hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch. We've...I've tried it and it's very comfortable. Nighty-night. Don't let anyone bite. Actually... Never mind."
As she laid down on the couch, she felt something sticking in her back and sliding her hand under her hips, she retrieved a plastic object.
"What in the world is this... Oh-my-oh-my," she said to herself. "You sure lead a busy life, Estelle!"
Exhaustion overtook her and her dreams were filled with hockey play-by-plays.
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