Chapter 49, No Diamond Please
Elliot never bought clothes, perfume
or makeup like Edward and only on occasion flowers or jewelry. Our relationship
soon settled into domestic routine. He, like hubby, was testosterone
milked 2 or 3 times weekly, our time together no longer needed heavy discourse,
we chatted. We didn’t need to say anything. It was comfortable to just be
together, like being with your dog, so domestic I flirted with others for
Then it happened, on the second anniversary of the Governor Hotel window lipstick smear. In the morning I took hubby to catch a flight out of town, put a small pot roast to the apartment’s little oven, set the temperature at 280 degrees, left and returned at 7 with a new apron to complete our anniversary dinner. Elliot soon arrived with a special bottle of wine.
He went into the bedroom, came out still holding the wine, fussed about, popped the cork, poured us each a glass but was nervous, his anniversary toast strained, he stared askance from me as the glasses clinked together. Something was up.
He's going to dump me. He's figuring how to broach the subject.
He walked about, restless, our conversation stilted, trite things said but odd, not fitting. In the kitchen he started to slice the pot roast. I lit 2 candles then sauntered to the kitchen to bring the half empty wine bottle to the table. As I passed he stopped carving, took my hand, led me to the love seat and sat me down.
plead for the last word or claim to have known as
Enrico did when dumped. Just say I understand.
Act hurt, give him a tear. Placate his male egg. Let him think he’s being noble;
they always want to be noble.
"I sat you down because I have something
He must think I'm going to faint. Perhaps I should swain to enhance my act?
Instead of saying it he went to the bedroom.
Maybe it's something else, something I've done, just a spat.
He came back, something concealed in his right hand.
Perhaps it's something I brought here which upsets him? What's he have in his paw?
He stretched open his hand and revealed a small jewelry box. My suppressed mirth over being so concerned changed to anxiety due to his grave demeanor as he handed it to me. I turned aside, and slowly opened it.