![]() ![]() As the figure got closer, she saw it was a woman with a curly brown wig that sat unevenly on her head. She opened the front door and looked through the storm door window to see a figure walking toward the door. “I had no idea deliveries were done this early on Saturday,” April thought. The vans were unmarked, and the drivers handled the overflow of deliveries for one of the large online retailers. ![]() ![]() The van looked like the auxiliary vans used for package delivery she’d seen in the area. She walked to the door and looked out the peephole and saw a white van parked in the driveway. “Who could be visiting us at this hour? It’s not quite dawn,” April thought. Before she cleared the last few steps, headlights of a vehicle approaching the circular driveway illuminated the dark foyer at the bottom of the stairs. In her pajamas and slippers, April slowly descended the staircase to the floor below. In those early years, April would pretend she was royalty walking down her palace stairs with her fingers lightly sliding down the banisters on both sides. The stairs are as beautiful as the day Frank and I bought the house, she thought. The solid oak spiral stairs gave elegance to what she called her ‘dream home’. The spiral staircase was the first thing about the house both April and Frank would mention when describing their home. As she approached the spiral staircase that led to the first floor, her mind wandered to the past. Frank was picking fights lately for little or no reason.Īpril tiptoed past the bedroom where sounds of Frank’s snoring could be heard through the closed door. She hoped this rough patch of her marriage would end soon. April felt exhausted and slightly depressed. She examined her not-quite-fifty-years-old eyes in the mirror. ![]() The vanity lights above the sink illuminated the dark circles under her eyes. She purposely set her alarm before dawn to have quiet time alone this morning. After the blowout with her husband last night, she needed him to stay asleep for a while. She grabbed the phone lying not quite within reaching distance on the far end of the sink. The alarm on her cellphone rang, causing her to jump up quickly from the toilet. She walked to the daybed on the other side of the large master bedroom.Įarly the next morning, April sat in her bathroom contemplating how she’d talk to Frank. “I’ll be in the daybed.” April grabbed her pillow and the small blanket at the foot of the bed. “Stop talking!” Frank’s voice was muffled underneath his covers. “How did we get here?” April’s voice cracks as tears form in her eyes. “I need to get to sleep.” Frank pulled the comforter over his entire head. Just put in your time and show him you’re an asset. “That’s not how it works - and you know it. “You could’ve spoken up for me or tried to convince him.” Dad will see your worth, you just need to pay your dues like everyone else.” Are you getting back at me for not getting the promotion? I thought you were making your peace with that. “You come home late and can’t even have a conversation with me? You ignored my texts and phone calls all day. “I don’t want to talk.” Frank snuggled into his pillow. “I can’t understand what you want if you won’t talk to me!” April stood in the middle of her bedroom looking at her husband Frank lying on the bed.įrank pulled the comforter over his shoulders and turned to his side with his back toward April’s side of the bed. ![]()
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