Howdy doodles! This week our word prompt is "foolish". We have another episode of "Two of Hearts."
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Terry tossed most of the night. He’d tried Clare three more
times. Where the hell was she? At five he gave up trying to sleep, eased out of
bed, took a shower, and called Clare once more. Voicemail. Was she away
overnight? Fuck. Damn! She sure didn’t wait long before she started fucking
around, did she?
Anger steamed
through his veins. The more he obsessed, the madder he got. He dressed and fed
Queenie. While the coffee brewed, he seethed inside. This trip west was just an
excuse to sleep around. Seven-year itch? He’d always thought that was a joke,
something invented by men to excuse infidelity.
Terry
and Clare were just shy of seven years. In fact, she’d be in L. A. for their
anniversary. If she was fucking around, there would be no anniversary
celebration –maybe a court date instead.
After a
cup of coffee and eggs he’d scrambled himself, he harnessed Queenie. As they
headed for the street, Terry’s thoughts turned to Jen. He wondered if her
husband had woken up yet. He headed for her block. Directing his gaze down the
street, he spied her in the distance, with Willie at her side. He smiled. Her
story gave him hope that love was alive and well somewhere.
Willie
barked. Queenie answered. Jen turned to face him. Terry let go of the leash,
allowing his pug to race down the block to her friend. The two dogs sniffed,
wagged and wiggled together. Terry sauntered up to the little group.
“How are
things?”
“Looking
up,” she answered.
“Really?”
“They’re
taking him off the coma drugs. They expect he’ll wake up today.”
“Hey,
that’s great news.”
“It is,”
she said, shooting him a wide smile. “At least I hope it is.”
“What
did they say?”
She
related some of what the doctor had told her. Although he shared her relief
that Stan would be back among the living soon, the contrast with his own
situation made him frown.
“What’s
the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Is it
Clare?”
He
shifted his weight. Terry never opened up about personal business to anyone
except Clare.
“She’s
all right, isn’t she?” she asked.
“I
wouldn’t know,” he said, immediately regretting his honesty.
“What do
you mean?”
“She
didn’t answer last night. I left a voicemail and she hasn’t called back.”
Jen made
a gesture with her hand. “Oh, really? I’m sure it’s nothing. I mean, if she was
dead, you’d have heard.”
Terry
paled. “Dead?”
Suddenly, his fears about infidelity seemed foolish.