Pretty glass garden

Page 78… in a fiction series

Miranda took the last sip of her Dewers and water.  Since the incident in Detroit, she cut back to two drinks a night, three on weekends.  It felt good to know that she could control her drinking without the help of AA.  A little self-discipline was all she needed to stay sober.

The man in the navy blue blazer was dressed for the occasion.  His gray hair was thinning and combed over to one side.  Dark eyebrows framed his face, his jaw firmly set.  He looked like someone who might have a bad temper now and then, but Miranda knew it was wrong to judge by appearances.  She also noted that he was very tan, well before the start of the summer boating season.  Miranda was curious.

She wondered what Drew was doing tonight… probably scrubbing the grime off his hands after fixing the old Chris Cadet, eating cold pizza, and watching the Final Four on TV.  She could see him high five-ing himself when the Wolverines scored.  For a moment Miranda admitted she didn’t like manicured hands.  She liked hands that were big and manly.  And she definitely preferred a ride on a motorcycle to the late-model Jaguar parked in her driveway.

But inertia was luring her down a familiar path, a tired stroll through a garden of shiny glass flowers, fake rocks, and weeds as smooth as velvet.  It all seemed very real, so full of life!  Completely aware of her intentions, Miranda smiled at her guest on the other side of the glass.  Life was easier with an American Express card– could anyone deny it?  She wanted to buy some new dresses, drink martinis at the club, and host a big New Years Eve bash!

At the same time, Miranda was tormented and conflicted… thought about last night at the boathouse.  Had anyone else ever tucked her into bed so sweetly that way… or offered her the last piece of homemade buttermilk pie?  She actually liked hanging out in her Old Navy shorts, and craved an interesting conversation over one of her manic spending sprees.  She should have cancelled her date, stayed there with him.

In a well rehearsed smile, she opened the door.  The man in the navy blue blazer extended a manicured hand and said, “Dominic Manos.  It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miranda.”

She remembered the time she was paying for a stack of magazines before boarding a plane to West Palm Beach. Leaving the newspaper stand in a hurry to catch her flight, she spun around and walked right into him.  She was embarrassed.  He smiled and said her name, then studied her as she quickly walked away.  She pushed the uncomfortable memory aside and invited him in.

He carried yellow roses and a bottle of Bordeaux, an indication that he was probably ready for a drink.  Miranda went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine and spilled the other.  Something didn’t feel right.  She cleaned up the mess, decided she was fine.   A quiet voice of wisdom– was it Drew?– told her to ask Manos to leave, to send him away while there was still time.

To be Continued…

*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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9 Responses to Pretty glass garden

  1. Theresa says:

    I am trying to imagine what that must have been like for her. There are times when living below the poverty line gets old…been doing it my whole life, but to me Drew sounds easier. I had a boy friend once who was really handsome, had a college degree, and came from a wealthy family. It lasted almost two years…had some exciting vacations, but also had a lot of heartache, and I was eventually dumped.

    My husband is a lot like Drew. I met him about a year after the break up with the other boyfriend. At times it can be hard making just barely too much to qualify for food stamps or similar forms of assistance….but my husband is my best friend. If I was Miranda’s shoulder angel I would have whispered “Pick Drew”.

    • Linda says:

      We all need a shoulder angel, that’s for sure. Interesting comments about your ex-boyfriend. Money is a good thing, but it also complicates things. When people use the verse that says, “money is the root of all evil”, they usually forget the entire verse which says, “the LOVE of money is the root of all evil.” I think Miranda answers to the latter.

  2. Jan says:

    I agree with Theresa; pick Drew!!
    It’s good to finally find out who the guy in the navy blue blazer is. I’ve been wondering.

    • Linda says:

      Navy blue blazer was crafted to be the villain from the very start. It was really hard to wait for his identity to be exposed. But there’s more…

  3. Larry Who says:

    “…Life was easier with an American Express card– could anyone deny it?…”

    John Rockefeller said, “I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor. Rich is much, much better.” And just so you know, Rockefeller, the wealthy oil magnate, was a Christian.

    So, keep the conflict coming. Drew will always (probably, maybe) be there.

    Okay, I’m ready. Let’s turn the page.

    • Linda says:

      Did not know that about Rockefeller. It sounds like the difference is “money” verses “the love of money.” Evidently he knew the difference. A man of character… I’m impressed by that.

  4. ann says:

    Oh Linda…

    “She should have cancelled her date, stayed there with him.”
    I think so too …. :-(

    I’m peeking over Larry’s shoulder. Do, please, turn the page! I’m hoping it gets better. That her mom will call. Or Drew will drop by and Mr Manos will go away. Far, far away. (Who am I kidding? :-) )

    Blessings and thanks for sharing
    ann

    • Linda says:

      Miranda has no idea (or she is willfully ignorant) that she might be walking into a future that will damage her forever. He therapist has warned her the she is likely to suffer from post traumatic stress disorder if she follows this path.

      It seems her judgement about relationships is still not on solid ground. Worse yet, her desire to turn back to God is all but gone.

  5. Debbie says:

    It reminds me of in the movies, when we know something bad is going to happen and we are shouting to the screen to not go in there, to not do whatever the character / actor is about to do next. You have us so connected to Miranda that we are all reaching out to pull her away from the navy blue blazer guy! God bless you as you turn to Him each day! love and prayers!

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