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for a Friday night. Fifteen minutes later she pulled into Carrie’s driveway. Hope glanced in the rear view mirror. She checked her hair and teeth once more before going to the door.
Carrie opened the door several seconds after Hope rang the bell. She stood there wearing a long sleeve tan cardigan sweater and black dress pants. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She wore a simple gold chain around her neck.
“Wow, you look very nice,” Hope said.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Carrie replied. “Come on in. I am just about ready, but I have to find my other shoe.” She held up a black pump with a low heel.
Hope stepped into the house. “How could you lose your shoe?”
“I’m usually a tee shirt and sneakers kind of gal. I haven’t worn these in a long time. They were shoved towards the back of my closet and my closet is a mess, so it has to be in there. It must be hiding underneath stuff.”
“Want any help?” Hope pushed the sudden image she had of Carrie on her hands and knees, half in and half out of the closet, from her mind.
“Nope. Make yourself at home and I’ll be right back. If I don’t find it quick, I’ll grab another pair.” Hope sat on the sofa while Carrie went to look for her shoe.
She returned two minutes later with two shoes in her hand. “Found it.” She sat down across from Hope and put her shoes on.
Hope handed her the notebook that she had brought along. “What’s this?” Carrie asked. “Oh my God. Is this your writing?” She was delighted as she opened the pages.
“Don’t get too excited. I don’t know how good they are,” Hope said. “That one has short stories and some of my poems in it.”
“But I am excited. I am looking forward to reading this.” She looked up at Hope. “Can I read one now?”
Hope laughed. Carrie was acting like a child that had just been handed a present. “I guess you can, but if you don’t like it, be gentle. If you tell me it sucks it’s going to hurt my feelings.”
“It’s not going to suck, now stop it.” Carrie thumbed through the book until a title caught her eye. She read the title out loud. “ Feel Again .”
“Hey, don’t read it now.” Hope was a little embarrassed even hearing the title read out loud.
“Yes. Why not?” Carrie was determined. “Close your ears if you don’t want to hear it.”
Hope just shook her head in defeat as Carrie began reading.
What I would give to once again feel
The hope of my youth and force of my dream
And the faith that once flowed
Through my very blood stream
That bitterness owns now and will not redeem
In the search for my soul all I find is a ghost
Of all that I’ve lost I miss myself the most
Some people say they would not change a thing if they could
I’m here to say, that I would, I would, I would
Oh what I would give to have eternal peace and a good night’s sleep
And the silence that comes from so very deep
What I would I give to stop living the past with this heart made of stone
And to learn to let go of the only love I’ve ever known
I don’t know if this is all said and done or just one of life’s interludes
I’ve persevered longer than most anyone
So pray for this hopeless cause to St. Jude
“Oh my God, Hope. That is so good. That is so good,” Carrie said.
“Thank you.”
“I mean it. I can’t wait to read the rest.”
Hope stood up. “Well, don’t read them now. I’m hungry. Are you ready to go?”
“Okay. I’ll read them later,” she said, putting the notebook on the coffee table and lifting herself from the sofa. “Let’s go.”
*****
Hope liked the restaurant as soon as they stepped in from the chilly night air. It had a warm and inviting feel to it, with the smell of fresh tomato sauce and grilled steak in the air. They were seated almost immediately at their table once she told the maitre d’ that they had reservations. A large double-sided fireplace sat in the center of
Carrie opened the door several seconds after Hope rang the bell. She stood there wearing a long sleeve tan cardigan sweater and black dress pants. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She wore a simple gold chain around her neck.
“Wow, you look very nice,” Hope said.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Carrie replied. “Come on in. I am just about ready, but I have to find my other shoe.” She held up a black pump with a low heel.
Hope stepped into the house. “How could you lose your shoe?”
“I’m usually a tee shirt and sneakers kind of gal. I haven’t worn these in a long time. They were shoved towards the back of my closet and my closet is a mess, so it has to be in there. It must be hiding underneath stuff.”
“Want any help?” Hope pushed the sudden image she had of Carrie on her hands and knees, half in and half out of the closet, from her mind.
“Nope. Make yourself at home and I’ll be right back. If I don’t find it quick, I’ll grab another pair.” Hope sat on the sofa while Carrie went to look for her shoe.
She returned two minutes later with two shoes in her hand. “Found it.” She sat down across from Hope and put her shoes on.
Hope handed her the notebook that she had brought along. “What’s this?” Carrie asked. “Oh my God. Is this your writing?” She was delighted as she opened the pages.
“Don’t get too excited. I don’t know how good they are,” Hope said. “That one has short stories and some of my poems in it.”
“But I am excited. I am looking forward to reading this.” She looked up at Hope. “Can I read one now?”
Hope laughed. Carrie was acting like a child that had just been handed a present. “I guess you can, but if you don’t like it, be gentle. If you tell me it sucks it’s going to hurt my feelings.”
“It’s not going to suck, now stop it.” Carrie thumbed through the book until a title caught her eye. She read the title out loud. “ Feel Again .”
“Hey, don’t read it now.” Hope was a little embarrassed even hearing the title read out loud.
“Yes. Why not?” Carrie was determined. “Close your ears if you don’t want to hear it.”
Hope just shook her head in defeat as Carrie began reading.
What I would give to once again feel
The hope of my youth and force of my dream
And the faith that once flowed
Through my very blood stream
That bitterness owns now and will not redeem
In the search for my soul all I find is a ghost
Of all that I’ve lost I miss myself the most
Some people say they would not change a thing if they could
I’m here to say, that I would, I would, I would
Oh what I would give to have eternal peace and a good night’s sleep
And the silence that comes from so very deep
What I would I give to stop living the past with this heart made of stone
And to learn to let go of the only love I’ve ever known
I don’t know if this is all said and done or just one of life’s interludes
I’ve persevered longer than most anyone
So pray for this hopeless cause to St. Jude
“Oh my God, Hope. That is so good. That is so good,” Carrie said.
“Thank you.”
“I mean it. I can’t wait to read the rest.”
Hope stood up. “Well, don’t read them now. I’m hungry. Are you ready to go?”
“Okay. I’ll read them later,” she said, putting the notebook on the coffee table and lifting herself from the sofa. “Let’s go.”
*****
Hope liked the restaurant as soon as they stepped in from the chilly night air. It had a warm and inviting feel to it, with the smell of fresh tomato sauce and grilled steak in the air. They were seated almost immediately at their table once she told the maitre d’ that they had reservations. A large double-sided fireplace sat in the center of
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