Thursday, March 5, 2009

B&C III - 41

Brian and Christine
Book Three
Saint Jane's
Part 41

Then Brian asked “Alice, according to Wendy they took everything away from Christy when she got to that place. Is there any chance of getting any of it back?”

“I can’t be very promising about that. Everything the police collected is being held for evidence, and apparently they collected a lot. But I will look into it for you>”

“Thank you. I’m so glad she didn’t try to bring Flicker along.”

“Flicker?” asked Alice.

“Her kitten. Still safe and sound back in Connecticut. I recently spoke with her Aunt Lydia.”

“Well, that’s good” said Alice. “Well, I think I have enough information to make a favorable evaluation of Christy’s situation. I’ll be in touch with you soon. Thanks for the tea.”

Alice tucked her file back in her bag, gathered it up and stood. Brian and Wendy saw her to the door. Then Wendy said “Brian, I still have a lot of work to do for next week, I’d better go back to my place.”

“Okay.” They kissed. Wendy left.

Early Friday evening Wendy called to tell Brian that Christy had moved in to her apartment and was glad to be there. She also said she felt it was important to stay with her over the weekend so she wouldn’t feel alone and abandoned. Wendy said she brought up the subject of the wedding and told Christy that we want her to be there. She said she got a noncommittal answer out of Christy. Wendy won’t bring up the subject of coming over to Brian’s house until later in the weekend. In the meantime they’re having fun together although Wendy said she misses Brian.

“Same here” he said.

They said their good byes and hung up.

Thee weekend passed. Brian was pleased that Christy was out of that hotel room and with Wendy but he missed both of them so much he was having trouble thinking about anything else. He wanted to rework some of his stories so he turned on the computer. He found some places that needed work, but his writing was so common and uninspired that he was disgusted with himself. He kept wondering what he could do to get Christy to like him again. There was nothing on his plate except patience. After what they had been through together it was impossible for her to be completely gone from his life or he to be gone from hers. He turned off the computer and went for a swim.

Back and forth, slowly, over and over, his heart pounding with impatience and doubts, he swam. One of the only places he really felt at home was in the water. I must be part fish, he thought.

He swam until he wore himself out. Then he pulled himself up out and lay down on the tiles next to the pool staring up at the glass ceiling. Why weren’t things right, why weren’t they settled, why weren’t they harmonized, he asked himself.

Then he rolled over back into the water and paddled slowly back and forth, a few more times.

On Sunday evening, after a nice dinner he tried to relax in his living room. He fixed himself a drink and thought about what to do to pass the time when the telephone rang. He answered it and was surprised to hear the voice of Christy.

(To be continued.)


Beth said...

Oh, YAY! I'm so glad she called...I hope the conversation goes well.

Hugs, Beth

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Great entry, slow and methodical, then BAM, the hook gets you :o)

Leigh said...

What a helpless feeling that must be....the waiting.
I'm glad Christy is calling.

:) Leigh

Big Mark 243 said...

I agree with Ken.