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lawyer.”
“Oh?” he snarls at me, “you listen to your lawyer? That’s because you have no idea how business works! You’ve probably screwed up everything now because you never wanted to learn anything! Seriously Grace, you never think!
“Richard! Stop! Just stop the dramatics. What do you have to hide?” I ask, something telling me that’s what’s really going on. “I can’t talk to you anymore unless you’re going to calm down. You’re always so angry! You’ve been an angry person ever since you took over that business.”
Richard’s tirade only increased in volume and viciousness. I feel hot tears fill my eyes and my heart is pounding in my ears. Then the heavy feeling in my chest creeps in, I gasp for air and realize I shouldn’t have called him back at all. I hit End Call.
I wipe the tears off my face, suck in as much air as I can and turn around. Sal is standing just outside the bathroom doorway, his face oddly blank.
“Gracie, are you okay? Jesus, Was that Richard yelling at you? I heard him all the way over here!”
I can only nod, and then the floodgate of tears cascades down my face and I feel like a real fool. I start across the room to go in the bathroom but Sal stops me by putting his hands on each of my wrists.
“Hey… , Gracie, calm down. Shhh… He pulls me gently against his chest. “You’re shaking! Can you tell me what the hell that was all about?”
I pull away and he lets me go, but I can feel him watching me. I go to my sink and splash water on my face, then grab a towel that only serves to catch more tears. I’ve lost it and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the tears to stop. When I manage to look up, Sal is just standing there looking torn between love and murder. I almost laugh except I might just laugh myself into an asylum, so I don’t let it out.
“Princess,” he says softly, “we’re friends, right? Please tell me what’s going on. Might help to talk it out.”
I take a shuddery breath and fill him in on the call, Richard’s tirade and how stupid I feel for calling him back. I reach to the counter for my prescription bottles.
“What’s that for?” he asks. I hold out the one bottle and show him it’s my prescription for Xanax.
“This helps calm down the panic attacks.” I reach for another bottle. “This one is a mild sleeping pill to help me sleep at night. I take them as needed.”
Sal takes the little yellow bottles in his big palm and looks at them. When he glances at me, his eyebrows are bunched together and he’s sporting a serious frown on his lips.
“Gracie,” he starts softly, “when did you start taking these?”
I shrug my shoulders “Right before Rich and I decided to separate. It’s unbelievable what your nerves can do to you.”
“No,” Sal says, shaking his head, “it’s unbelievable that Richard is such a selfish bastard. You gave him your heart and then he neglected it. He broke your spirit instead of building you up. He’s a taker–he took it all from you and never gave anything back, and now you’re disconnected. That’s why you’re getting panic attacks.” He let out a slow sigh. “Princess, you are not crazy. You are not stupid. You’re hurt, but this stuff isn’t going to help.”
Hearing Sal’s words, I can’t stop the new tears and I clutch the soggy towel to my sore eyes. He might think I’m not crazy, but I’m not so sure anymore. Why couldn’t I see what he just pointed out?
“Shhh…Gracie, don’t cry. Don’t you see? Your heart and soul is so open because you’re a very loving and generous person. I figured that out in just a few conversations with you. Look at the way you are with Pop–you have a good heart. It’s just been crushed.” He puts down the prescription bottles, then takes the towel out of my hands and gently wipes my cheeks. After he tosses the towel in the sink basin, he takes my face in his hands.
“Look at me.”
I gaze into his warm brown eyes. In a low, calm voice,
“Oh?” he snarls at me, “you listen to your lawyer? That’s because you have no idea how business works! You’ve probably screwed up everything now because you never wanted to learn anything! Seriously Grace, you never think!
“Richard! Stop! Just stop the dramatics. What do you have to hide?” I ask, something telling me that’s what’s really going on. “I can’t talk to you anymore unless you’re going to calm down. You’re always so angry! You’ve been an angry person ever since you took over that business.”
Richard’s tirade only increased in volume and viciousness. I feel hot tears fill my eyes and my heart is pounding in my ears. Then the heavy feeling in my chest creeps in, I gasp for air and realize I shouldn’t have called him back at all. I hit End Call.
I wipe the tears off my face, suck in as much air as I can and turn around. Sal is standing just outside the bathroom doorway, his face oddly blank.
“Gracie, are you okay? Jesus, Was that Richard yelling at you? I heard him all the way over here!”
I can only nod, and then the floodgate of tears cascades down my face and I feel like a real fool. I start across the room to go in the bathroom but Sal stops me by putting his hands on each of my wrists.
“Hey… , Gracie, calm down. Shhh… He pulls me gently against his chest. “You’re shaking! Can you tell me what the hell that was all about?”
I pull away and he lets me go, but I can feel him watching me. I go to my sink and splash water on my face, then grab a towel that only serves to catch more tears. I’ve lost it and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the tears to stop. When I manage to look up, Sal is just standing there looking torn between love and murder. I almost laugh except I might just laugh myself into an asylum, so I don’t let it out.
“Princess,” he says softly, “we’re friends, right? Please tell me what’s going on. Might help to talk it out.”
I take a shuddery breath and fill him in on the call, Richard’s tirade and how stupid I feel for calling him back. I reach to the counter for my prescription bottles.
“What’s that for?” he asks. I hold out the one bottle and show him it’s my prescription for Xanax.
“This helps calm down the panic attacks.” I reach for another bottle. “This one is a mild sleeping pill to help me sleep at night. I take them as needed.”
Sal takes the little yellow bottles in his big palm and looks at them. When he glances at me, his eyebrows are bunched together and he’s sporting a serious frown on his lips.
“Gracie,” he starts softly, “when did you start taking these?”
I shrug my shoulders “Right before Rich and I decided to separate. It’s unbelievable what your nerves can do to you.”
“No,” Sal says, shaking his head, “it’s unbelievable that Richard is such a selfish bastard. You gave him your heart and then he neglected it. He broke your spirit instead of building you up. He’s a taker–he took it all from you and never gave anything back, and now you’re disconnected. That’s why you’re getting panic attacks.” He let out a slow sigh. “Princess, you are not crazy. You are not stupid. You’re hurt, but this stuff isn’t going to help.”
Hearing Sal’s words, I can’t stop the new tears and I clutch the soggy towel to my sore eyes. He might think I’m not crazy, but I’m not so sure anymore. Why couldn’t I see what he just pointed out?
“Shhh…Gracie, don’t cry. Don’t you see? Your heart and soul is so open because you’re a very loving and generous person. I figured that out in just a few conversations with you. Look at the way you are with Pop–you have a good heart. It’s just been crushed.” He puts down the prescription bottles, then takes the towel out of my hands and gently wipes my cheeks. After he tosses the towel in the sink basin, he takes my face in his hands.
“Look at me.”
I gaze into his warm brown eyes. In a low, calm voice,
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