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kids a great Christmas. I text Celine and tell her I will be there.
The next text is from my best friend up north, Margaret Macantire. In high school, her nickname was M&M but I’ve always just called her Mags. I’ve known her since we met in the seventh grade. My dad used to call her a Wild Irish Rose and she called him, Big Daddy. I smile at the memories of those two teasing each other.
She’s a true blue friend. Never held back to tell me the truth, about anything. She is the only one who told me not to marry Richard. She couldn’t explain why, she just insisted that something was wrong with the whole thing. I sigh in resignation. She was sure right.
Her text read:
Hey You!!! You have been on my mind haven’t heard from ya. Call me!
Maggie has always been there for me but she’s got two kids with her husband Mike, so she runs constantly. And, it doesn’t help we live so far away from each other now. But I’m feeling better today than I’ve felt in a long time, so I eagerly text her back.
Hey You!!! Miss you! I will call you later tonight, our usual hour. Be ready, lot’s to tell you!
I can hear Sal humming in the next room and I smile as I hit the icon for the voice mail. My smile disappears the second I hear his voice. Richard .
Grace you need to call me–NOW
I feel my shoulders sag and my stomach knot. I know that nasty tone voice and don’t look forward to calling him back.
The next voice message is a bit friendlier, but my can-do mood is gone.
Hi Gracie this is Leonard Burns. I was notified by Richard’s attorney that they received the papers I forwarded for Richard to produce bank statements and records of all his accounts since taking over the business. Now, they will try to fight this but I don’t want you to worry, it’s how the game is played, and if Richard tries to contact you I advise you to not divulge anything. I would strongly suggest that you don’t talk with him at all. Have him call me if he pushes on you. If you have any questions feel free to call anytime.
A cold, clammy sweat has come over me. The tightness is building in my chest and my breath comes in waves. I sit down on the bed and peek into the bathroom. I can see Sal’s feet on the ladder and he’s still humming.
“How’s it going?” I ask, picturing his crooked smile in my mind. The tightness let’s go a little.
“Umm, okay,” he says. “One of the bulbs broke in the socket so I’m going to need some tools to get it out.”
I take a deep breath and try to sound as normal as possible. “In that same closet should be some tools.”
“Yeah, I figured there would be,” he answered. “Not what I need, though. I already checked.”
“Well, be careful, okay? It would just stay burned out if it was up to me, so it can wait if it needs to.”
“No problem. I’ll be done in a few minutes,” he tells me. “Get your calls all handled?”
I shrug, even though he can’t see me. “Just about. Need to return one more, then I’m done.”
Then I did something very stupid and called Richard.
Richard answers by spitting out my name and I flinch. Even sadder, we both still have each other in our phone contacts. I sigh.
“Grace, what is going on? What the hell did you do ?”
I take a deep breath, hold it, then let it out. “What do you mean?”
“What are these papers? Have you any idea what you’ve done? What the hell are you thinking?” I can hear the venom dripping off each word but I’m not going to flinch again. “Why is your attorney digging in my business? Just what do you think is there?”
I start to shake just a little and remember that this is why I want out of this marriage. I straighten my shoulders and raise my chin. “This is what the attorney advised me to do under our circumstance—”
Richard continues his rant until I begin to feel like a helium balloon with a hole in it..
“Look Richard, this is what I was advised to do and I listen to my
The next text is from my best friend up north, Margaret Macantire. In high school, her nickname was M&M but I’ve always just called her Mags. I’ve known her since we met in the seventh grade. My dad used to call her a Wild Irish Rose and she called him, Big Daddy. I smile at the memories of those two teasing each other.
She’s a true blue friend. Never held back to tell me the truth, about anything. She is the only one who told me not to marry Richard. She couldn’t explain why, she just insisted that something was wrong with the whole thing. I sigh in resignation. She was sure right.
Her text read:
Hey You!!! You have been on my mind haven’t heard from ya. Call me!
Maggie has always been there for me but she’s got two kids with her husband Mike, so she runs constantly. And, it doesn’t help we live so far away from each other now. But I’m feeling better today than I’ve felt in a long time, so I eagerly text her back.
Hey You!!! Miss you! I will call you later tonight, our usual hour. Be ready, lot’s to tell you!
I can hear Sal humming in the next room and I smile as I hit the icon for the voice mail. My smile disappears the second I hear his voice. Richard .
Grace you need to call me–NOW
I feel my shoulders sag and my stomach knot. I know that nasty tone voice and don’t look forward to calling him back.
The next voice message is a bit friendlier, but my can-do mood is gone.
Hi Gracie this is Leonard Burns. I was notified by Richard’s attorney that they received the papers I forwarded for Richard to produce bank statements and records of all his accounts since taking over the business. Now, they will try to fight this but I don’t want you to worry, it’s how the game is played, and if Richard tries to contact you I advise you to not divulge anything. I would strongly suggest that you don’t talk with him at all. Have him call me if he pushes on you. If you have any questions feel free to call anytime.
A cold, clammy sweat has come over me. The tightness is building in my chest and my breath comes in waves. I sit down on the bed and peek into the bathroom. I can see Sal’s feet on the ladder and he’s still humming.
“How’s it going?” I ask, picturing his crooked smile in my mind. The tightness let’s go a little.
“Umm, okay,” he says. “One of the bulbs broke in the socket so I’m going to need some tools to get it out.”
I take a deep breath and try to sound as normal as possible. “In that same closet should be some tools.”
“Yeah, I figured there would be,” he answered. “Not what I need, though. I already checked.”
“Well, be careful, okay? It would just stay burned out if it was up to me, so it can wait if it needs to.”
“No problem. I’ll be done in a few minutes,” he tells me. “Get your calls all handled?”
I shrug, even though he can’t see me. “Just about. Need to return one more, then I’m done.”
Then I did something very stupid and called Richard.
Richard answers by spitting out my name and I flinch. Even sadder, we both still have each other in our phone contacts. I sigh.
“Grace, what is going on? What the hell did you do ?”
I take a deep breath, hold it, then let it out. “What do you mean?”
“What are these papers? Have you any idea what you’ve done? What the hell are you thinking?” I can hear the venom dripping off each word but I’m not going to flinch again. “Why is your attorney digging in my business? Just what do you think is there?”
I start to shake just a little and remember that this is why I want out of this marriage. I straighten my shoulders and raise my chin. “This is what the attorney advised me to do under our circumstance—”
Richard continues his rant until I begin to feel like a helium balloon with a hole in it..
“Look Richard, this is what I was advised to do and I listen to my
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