The scrapbook

Page 80… in a fiction series

It should come as no surprise that when Manos proposed, Miranda accepted.  They were married one year after their first date– the night that #30 met his blushing bride.

On that fateful evening , Miranda sensed that Manos was already in love.  (She had some experience with this sort of thing.)  Cruising on Little Traverse Bay on his yacht, the Atlantis, they dined on a sumptuous dinner of  Chateaubriand, artfully prepared by Chef Hanna, with Black Forest Oreo Pie for dessert.  Miranda couldn’t get over the coincidence…

He knew from countless audio tapes and photographs provided by Neil Lipman what she liked and what she did not.  They shared a good laugh over a picture of Miranda trudging to work in the snow down an icy and treacherous dock.  He recalled her trip to Palm Beach and the wild shopping spree than ensued.  The night she had cocktails at Taboo on Worth Avenue, Menos was at the bar, watching her.  There would be plenty of lavish spending sprees if she later accepted his offer.

He showed her a photo from the stadium security project that she worked on with Tiller.  Lipman was a little sloppy that day and got caught, but Manos noted that the pictures from that day were priceless.    He chuckled with pride, his fat belly laughing with glee, pleased with his clandestine endeavour.  Miranda was waiting for photographs from her night at Castle Rouge to surface next, but so far there was nothing.  Most of all, she wondered if Manos knew about Drew Becker, that she was already in love.

Finally, from Lipman’s scribbled documentation, he had dates and times of all the nights she came home late.  Miranda momentarily drifted away from his monologue to thoughts of Drew and their kiss on the dock.  Looking back on their tender moments the night before, tonight’s date was simply a formality, the last move in a silly game of chess.

Of special interest to Dominic Manos, was Miranda’s weakness for alcohol.  He knew how much she liked to drink.

All those years ago when she was married to successful and kind pediatrician, Brian Parker Hall, she refused to heed the wisdom of Mavis Jackson, country club bartender and devout Christian friend.  Mavis urged her to get help for her drinking.  Even her skilled and compassionate therapist, Lydia Ogletree, couldn’t distract her long enough to give AA a chance.

That night on board the Atlantis, Miranda tried to focus.  She maintained her resolve until Dominic offered her a Macallen 15 -year Fine Oak scotch, its dark, warm flavor waiting to be savored.  He was a wonderful host.  She knew better than to break her two drink limit, because if she did, she knew what might happen.

Dominic hoped she would break her two drink limit, because if she did, he also knew what might happen.

Manos seemed to remember more than she did about her life since she left Harry Stowe and invited that rat, Charlie Fine, onto her boat that winter.  “There aren’t any pictures, Miranda, but your friends at Tommy’s Gotcha filled me in about your break up with Harry and Charlie’s special friendship with you.  The trip up the coast from Traverse City to Charlevoix can be dangerous in November.  Personally, I was glad you had a skilled captain by your side.”

Miranda wondered what Drew was doing that night, her longing for him was unending.  Dominic Manos knew what Drew Becker was doing that night.  He decided that her infatuation with the young boat mechanic had run its course– it wasn’t meant to be.  She needed a man with an obscene amount of money to quench her thirst for material things.  With his modest wages and humble home, it would never be Drew.

As for the photographs from that night at Castle Rouge, they would remain forever hidden, strictly for Dominic’s private viewing pleasure.

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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10 Responses to The scrapbook

  1. Linda, Suddenly I’m not feeling sorry for Miranda anymore. She knows that Manos was the one who was spying on her, she knows that she really loves Drew, and still she accepts Manos’ proposal of marriage?!? This girl needs a good whap upside the head! It seems the love of money is not only the root of all kinds of evil, it is the root of all kinds of stupidity.

    Okay, what happens next? Can’t wait to see. Peace, Linda

  2. Theresa says:

    For some reason I am thinking about Drew at this moment. I guess I have seen to many of those romantic movies where the man who is in love does something dramatic that changes the course and leads to a happy ending.

    Great writing…looking forward to reading the next post.

    Hugs,
    Theresa

  3. Jan says:

    That guy has always given me the creeps, for some reason, and now I know why. He’s a voyeur. And a spy. and a generally unpleasant and creepy person.

  4. .endtransmission. says:

    The blue blazer is a creepy, evil man. I always thought the devil wore red. He’s taken her away with a deceitful and underhanded plan. He’s disclosed is information, and Miranda doesn’t seem to care. Get with it, Miranda. This is no way to live.

    You’ve got me fired up, Linda. That means your story is great!

  5. Debbie says:

    Oh, this is so sad!!! Can we write Manos out of Miranda’s life, pronto? God bless you and guide you and give you rest! love and hugs!

  6. ann says:

    Oh man…

    Poor Miranda. I think I just understood what Helen Keller meant when she said “the worst thing is to be born sighted but to lack vision”. Poor Miranda. The best things in life can’t be bought with money, but we don’t always remember that when we go in pursuit of them.

    Manos gives me the heebie-jeebies. He comes across as a rather slimy person. ugh.

    Like Theresa, I’m waiting for Drew to come flying in on his white horse and scoop her off to safety and real love.

    Miranda? Are you in there? Wake up, hon. The curtain’s about to fall and I don’t like what I think is coming down the pipeline.

    Linda, wow. Your writing has me on the edge of my seat chewing my nails. Please turn the page! :-)

    Blessings and thanks for sharing
    ann

  7. Larry Who says:

    “…She needed a man with an obscene amount of money to quench her thirst for material things…”

    Miranda is the perfect character in a novel. She makes us want to scream at her imperfections, and yet we turn the pages to see what she does next.

    Okay, I’m late. I’ll just trot over to the next page.

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