Sins in Anaheim: Chapter 2

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Croquette. A game I now think I absolutely and most assuredly despise. I stood in Milli Hammel’s well-manicured lawn. A nice day, yes, though the air had chilled quite a bit as of late. Milli, her perfect pearls and perfect husband and perfect home with perfect pets, made me want to put the mallet square in her over-perfect face.I’m not even sure what those feelings were for, never before had I been so overcome with such a horrendous thought. I didn’t even stay the whole hour I had agreed upon.The anger was like a new sensation, waking parts of me I hadn’t felt in a while. It wasn’t fair, you see? Everyone else still had their husbands and mine wasn’t the only one gutter-drunk that night but mine was the one that did not come home.And they all seemed perfectly fine with that.”I don’t understand, Mother.” Calvin tossed his hands in the air, exasperated.I didn’t either so I couldn’t hold it against him. The kitchen cabinet door bounced and shuddered when I slammed it shut.”What’s going on in your head?” I shrugged off the question, watching with narrowed eyes as the cabinet door, still shuddering, slowly swung open. I shoved it shut again. No amount of slamming, however, made it stay shut . . . but the open maw of the cabinet, like a lewd gaping orifice, was nearly ominous. It made me want to rip the doors off. As Calvin talked about another doctor’s appointment, I pulled all of the cabinet doors open wide to even out the bahis siteleri light but there was one I couldn’t reach.Moving him aside, I took hold of a kitchenette chair.He gripped the back of it to stop me. I yanked hard. The feet kicked out, screeching against the tile. The chair tipped and clattered to the floor.I remember in that moment having a flashback, so vivid and impossible to ignore, of my wedding night. Kent in a suit, smiling beautifully as he opened a box and found a picture of the dining set inside, a gift from my father long since passed.”Oh God!” I collapsed to the floor, taking up the chair and cradling it to me, rocking it madly, trying to fix the past with pain, somehow.Calvin stooped and pulled the chair free from my arms. He slipped his hands underneath me, lifted me up, and carried me to my room.The bed, blessedly, was gone and in its place was the daybed. He placed me in the middle, taking the throw from the back and draping it over me. I clutched the corner, sniffling into the plush cotton threads.He sat by me for a while, stroking hair from my face, until the emotions began to fade.”Get some sleep, Mother.” He stood, kissing my forehead.I reached for his arm. “Don’t. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I can’t be al—” Tears choked off the words.He hovered over me, his hand on the edge of the glitzed frame, the other trapped in my grip. His eyes wandered the room . . . for what, I don’t know.”Just canlı bahis siteleri lay down with me,” I pleaded. “Just a few minutes.”Seeming reluctant, he nodded. Sitting at the foot of the daybed, he slipped his shoes off and tucked them underneath. Then he did the same for me, slipping my heels from my feet.I felt as if his body against mine was a security blanket in a way—heat everywhere, love and comfort. With his arm around me, his breath on my neck, I closed my eyes.I never considered there to be lines you have to actively decide not to cross as a parent. Cause-effect. Action-reaction. Bad behavior gets punished. Good behavior gets rewarded. If you do things the right way, voila, a grown adult who’s fully functional and self-sufficient emerges.A line that is most absolute and firmly chiseled in stones which are then lined up along the sandy beach of morality is that you don’t wake up and touch your grown, step-adult in inappropriate places.But when I woke with his heat right next to me I recall quite clearly seeing Kent. The jut of his jaw, the dark of his eyebrows, the slight dip in his bicep just underneath the cup of the shoulder.And it was Kent I wrapped my arms around, Kent I kissed so wildly he woke from his eternal slumber with a start.His hands on my shoulders thrilled me as he pressed against me. I pulled and yanked until I was on top of him, straddling those hips like so many times before, kissing canlı bahis and kissing and kissing until my lips stung and my neck was sore.A flash of memory, of reality, jolted me. I let go with a gasp and stared, horrified, in the eyes of Calvin.There aren’t words filled with enough shock and astonishment and embarrassment to describe how mortified I was in that open-eyed moment. Might as well have taken his turgid member into my mouth or slipped my fingers in his backside, it was no different than a madly passionate kiss.Crying out apologies, I tried to explain that I thought he was Kent. I could have sworn he was Kent. Same shaped shoulders, same expressive near-red eyes!”It’s okay!” He clutched my cheeks with warm hands, eyes wide but there was no judgment there. “I understand, Mother. This has been very hard on you, father’s death. Doctor Innan explained that you’re living in a state of denial and might do . . . irrational things. But understandable things. Now don’t beat yourself up, please. Okay?”I nodded, seeing him only through a film of tears and embarrassment.”I’m going to make breakfast.” He pushed up from the bed and took extra care to climb over me, not brushing against me in any way. “You shower.” He patted my lower leg that protruded from the homespun throw. “I think you can manage on your own this time.”Showering?I sat up as he closed the door, wiping away tears. Of all the things to forget about! I couldn’t recall the last time I did in fact shower. Angrily, I shoved up from the bed. How can one person lose so much time!The thick closet door rumbled as I shoved it aside. I rummaged through my dresses, pulling out my favorite one.

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