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perfect," Angelica whispered to herself, as she grabbed the lead crystal cut tumbler off the dresser and pressed it against the faded wallpaper. By pressing her ear against the glass, the muffled disembodied voices became all too clear to her.
"Cash, darling," Rita giggled, "oh how I love it when you do that to me." More laughter was heard as Angelica's stomach dropped. It was quite possible that her heart stopped beating altogether. She couldn't breathe. The room started to spin. It was all too claustrophobic. The mauve lace shawls she'd hung in various places on the walls around the room to make everything prettier seemed to be closing in on her. The reflected light from Cash's apartment that always shined back into Angelica's window and made her feel so secure, suddenly disappeared just like the light that quickly went out in Angelica's previously twinkling eyes.
Chapter 10
If you need anything - whisper to me in the dark. Cash's note, with its chicken scratch writing, was casually thrown on Angelica's bed. Apparently, thoughtlessly. Cash normally placed it carefully on her pillow to make sure she'd see it each night, sometimes with a random joke added that he'd heard and found funny that day. Sometimes he had the most juvenile sense of humor. But oh how she treasured those notes and loved the jokes. How was she supposed to whisper to him in the dark when he was so busy entertaining his overnight whor... um ... guests? His stupid chicken scratch penmanship. Oh, how it irritated her. How infuriated he'd become trying to put the blue ink in his fountain pen. Angelica would finally grab it from the death grip he held it with and just calmly do it herself. He had no patience for anything that didn't immediately bend to his will. He'd refuse to use the blotter when he was done writing so it usually ended up a smeared, blurry mess. Angelica crumpled the note into a ball, threw it across the room and wiped a stray tear that spilled down her face.
Looking in the mirror, Angelica was greeted with her tear stained face with blue streaks. "Darn him. Oh darn him!" The ink had gotten all over her hands and now her increasingly red, tear covered face.
She'd better wash it off quickly before it stained permanently. It wouldn't do much good for the understudy on a famous play to be walking around looking like a circus clown. "Oh how Mr. Noble would scream," Angelica whispered to herself. Her visage gave new meaning to feeling blue.
***
Earlier that afternoon.
"Do me a favor. Put this note on Angelica's pillow," Cash asked Rita while she stared, as always, mesmerized, into her compact mirror.
"You know you two spend an unnatural amount of time together - she being your brother's fiance and everything," was Rita's annoyed reply, as she begrudgingly walked toward Angelica's room, tossing her flowing blonde hair, and batting her icy eyes, looking for just a little trouble she could get into ...
***
The next morning.
Cash appeared to be in the most vile mood Angelica had ever seen him in. Slamming the heavy wooden door, he sat down at Angelica's table and said, "Pour me a cup of coffee."
Angelica was in no sunshiney mood herself the next morning thanks to Rita's little performance the previous night. "You could say please, you know."
"I'm not in the mood to say please," was Cash's only retort.
Cash appeared to be staring sullenly into space, but instead he was admiring Angelica's tiny figure, bustling around the kitchen area, efficiently getting Cash his coffee. No matter how cranky he was, she always saw to it that he was taken care of.
Angelica felt shivers tingling down her back as she quickly turned around only to be met by Cash towering over her. For a moment she got nervous and stepped back, accidentally dropping the coffee cup into the sink and spilling all of its contents that went swirling in erratic circles down the drain.
Her ruby red lips were met with a searing kiss as Cash grabbed Angelica and pressed her
"Cash, darling," Rita giggled, "oh how I love it when you do that to me." More laughter was heard as Angelica's stomach dropped. It was quite possible that her heart stopped beating altogether. She couldn't breathe. The room started to spin. It was all too claustrophobic. The mauve lace shawls she'd hung in various places on the walls around the room to make everything prettier seemed to be closing in on her. The reflected light from Cash's apartment that always shined back into Angelica's window and made her feel so secure, suddenly disappeared just like the light that quickly went out in Angelica's previously twinkling eyes.
Chapter 10
If you need anything - whisper to me in the dark. Cash's note, with its chicken scratch writing, was casually thrown on Angelica's bed. Apparently, thoughtlessly. Cash normally placed it carefully on her pillow to make sure she'd see it each night, sometimes with a random joke added that he'd heard and found funny that day. Sometimes he had the most juvenile sense of humor. But oh how she treasured those notes and loved the jokes. How was she supposed to whisper to him in the dark when he was so busy entertaining his overnight whor... um ... guests? His stupid chicken scratch penmanship. Oh, how it irritated her. How infuriated he'd become trying to put the blue ink in his fountain pen. Angelica would finally grab it from the death grip he held it with and just calmly do it herself. He had no patience for anything that didn't immediately bend to his will. He'd refuse to use the blotter when he was done writing so it usually ended up a smeared, blurry mess. Angelica crumpled the note into a ball, threw it across the room and wiped a stray tear that spilled down her face.
Looking in the mirror, Angelica was greeted with her tear stained face with blue streaks. "Darn him. Oh darn him!" The ink had gotten all over her hands and now her increasingly red, tear covered face.
She'd better wash it off quickly before it stained permanently. It wouldn't do much good for the understudy on a famous play to be walking around looking like a circus clown. "Oh how Mr. Noble would scream," Angelica whispered to herself. Her visage gave new meaning to feeling blue.
***
Earlier that afternoon.
"Do me a favor. Put this note on Angelica's pillow," Cash asked Rita while she stared, as always, mesmerized, into her compact mirror.
"You know you two spend an unnatural amount of time together - she being your brother's fiance and everything," was Rita's annoyed reply, as she begrudgingly walked toward Angelica's room, tossing her flowing blonde hair, and batting her icy eyes, looking for just a little trouble she could get into ...
***
The next morning.
Cash appeared to be in the most vile mood Angelica had ever seen him in. Slamming the heavy wooden door, he sat down at Angelica's table and said, "Pour me a cup of coffee."
Angelica was in no sunshiney mood herself the next morning thanks to Rita's little performance the previous night. "You could say please, you know."
"I'm not in the mood to say please," was Cash's only retort.
Cash appeared to be staring sullenly into space, but instead he was admiring Angelica's tiny figure, bustling around the kitchen area, efficiently getting Cash his coffee. No matter how cranky he was, she always saw to it that he was taken care of.
Angelica felt shivers tingling down her back as she quickly turned around only to be met by Cash towering over her. For a moment she got nervous and stepped back, accidentally dropping the coffee cup into the sink and spilling all of its contents that went swirling in erratic circles down the drain.
Her ruby red lips were met with a searing kiss as Cash grabbed Angelica and pressed her
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