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and slipped into the lingerie. She brushed and blow-dried her long ebony hair until it shone in the light. Humming to herself she spritzed her body with his favorite perfume, slipped on matching stiletto heels and smiled at her reflection.
Once downstairs, she checked the table and satisfied, she lowered the lights. A fire crackled invitingly in the brick fireplace, casting pleasant warmth throughout the room. Candles scented the air with roses and vanilla; soft violin music drifted through the house. She arranged big, plump pillows in front of the fireplace and placed chilled wine beside them.
When Mystery heard Seth’s key in the door, she ran over to the dining room door and leaned slinkily against the frame. He froze in the doorway when he saw her standing there.
“Hiya, sailor.” Mystery said in her best sultry voice.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven!” He slammed the door.
She chuckled as he took off his coat, dropped his book bag and stepped into her arms.
Several hours later, they sat at the table enjoying a four-star cold meal, snuggling with each other. Seth flipped his shoulder length blond hair out of his face and nibbled on Mystery’s ear. She sighed and moved closer to him. Soon he would have to leave and go back to the hospital, but for now he was hers.
Seth swore when the telephone rang, he crossed the room and snarled into the phone, “Hello!” he turned beet red “Oh….um… hello Mrs. Williams” he looked up at Mystery, “I’ll…. Um… get Mystery.” He motioned toward Mystery, “not a word.” He mouthed as she took the phone.
“Hi, Mom.” Mystery had laughter in her voice. “What?” The color drained from her face. Seth rushed to her. “No, it can’t be.” She dropped the phone.
“Mrs. Williams?” Seth picked up the phone wondering what the witch had said to upset Mystery so. He watched Mystery lower herself to the sofa. “Thank you for calling.” Seth hung up the phone. Seth walked over to Mystery and kneeled in front of her.
“My father can’t be dead, he can’t be dead.” She stood up, almost knocking Seth over. “This is just another one of her lies. She’s just being cruel. I’ll wait a couple of hours and call him. You’ll see he’ll be home, sitting in his chair watching reruns of his favorite show.” Mystery fell to the floor, threw her head back and bellowed. “No!!”
“I’m right here baby.” Seth folded her in his arms, rocking back and forth while she cried.
Mystery glared out the window. How dare the sun shine? Her father was dead and the sun was shining. Didn’t God know the world had come to an end? The sun had no place in what was left behind.
Seth tried silently to comfort her for he knew there were no words adequate enough. She leaned into him and his arm came around her. Mystery inhaled the scent of him and tried not to start crying again.
She looked across the limo at her mother, and felt a wave of pure resentment for the woman who had always hated her. Her earliest memories consisted of two mothers; one who looked adoringly at her, whenever Daddy was watching, and one who looked at her with utter contempt, whenever he was not. Mystery reflected on the fact neither of them would have to pretend anymore, and somehow couldn’t be glad. She would rather have her father back.
David Williams had been a wonderful, loving father. He’d always had time to listen, to encourage, to support. He was sincere enough to criticize and secure enough not to trample her creativity. He had always been there whenever she had needed him. He had loved Seth and was looking forward to giving her away at their wedding. And now he was dead and the world was dimmer somehow.
The limo pulled to the curb and Seth stepped out. He offered his hand to her mother and she pushed it away, as though she couldn’t bear to be needy. Mystery took the hand she was offered
Once downstairs, she checked the table and satisfied, she lowered the lights. A fire crackled invitingly in the brick fireplace, casting pleasant warmth throughout the room. Candles scented the air with roses and vanilla; soft violin music drifted through the house. She arranged big, plump pillows in front of the fireplace and placed chilled wine beside them.
When Mystery heard Seth’s key in the door, she ran over to the dining room door and leaned slinkily against the frame. He froze in the doorway when he saw her standing there.
“Hiya, sailor.” Mystery said in her best sultry voice.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven!” He slammed the door.
She chuckled as he took off his coat, dropped his book bag and stepped into her arms.
Several hours later, they sat at the table enjoying a four-star cold meal, snuggling with each other. Seth flipped his shoulder length blond hair out of his face and nibbled on Mystery’s ear. She sighed and moved closer to him. Soon he would have to leave and go back to the hospital, but for now he was hers.
Seth swore when the telephone rang, he crossed the room and snarled into the phone, “Hello!” he turned beet red “Oh….um… hello Mrs. Williams” he looked up at Mystery, “I’ll…. Um… get Mystery.” He motioned toward Mystery, “not a word.” He mouthed as she took the phone.
“Hi, Mom.” Mystery had laughter in her voice. “What?” The color drained from her face. Seth rushed to her. “No, it can’t be.” She dropped the phone.
“Mrs. Williams?” Seth picked up the phone wondering what the witch had said to upset Mystery so. He watched Mystery lower herself to the sofa. “Thank you for calling.” Seth hung up the phone. Seth walked over to Mystery and kneeled in front of her.
“My father can’t be dead, he can’t be dead.” She stood up, almost knocking Seth over. “This is just another one of her lies. She’s just being cruel. I’ll wait a couple of hours and call him. You’ll see he’ll be home, sitting in his chair watching reruns of his favorite show.” Mystery fell to the floor, threw her head back and bellowed. “No!!”
“I’m right here baby.” Seth folded her in his arms, rocking back and forth while she cried.
Mystery glared out the window. How dare the sun shine? Her father was dead and the sun was shining. Didn’t God know the world had come to an end? The sun had no place in what was left behind.
Seth tried silently to comfort her for he knew there were no words adequate enough. She leaned into him and his arm came around her. Mystery inhaled the scent of him and tried not to start crying again.
She looked across the limo at her mother, and felt a wave of pure resentment for the woman who had always hated her. Her earliest memories consisted of two mothers; one who looked adoringly at her, whenever Daddy was watching, and one who looked at her with utter contempt, whenever he was not. Mystery reflected on the fact neither of them would have to pretend anymore, and somehow couldn’t be glad. She would rather have her father back.
David Williams had been a wonderful, loving father. He’d always had time to listen, to encourage, to support. He was sincere enough to criticize and secure enough not to trample her creativity. He had always been there whenever she had needed him. He had loved Seth and was looking forward to giving her away at their wedding. And now he was dead and the world was dimmer somehow.
The limo pulled to the curb and Seth stepped out. He offered his hand to her mother and she pushed it away, as though she couldn’t bear to be needy. Mystery took the hand she was offered
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