Chapter 25

The next morning, after my call, Mel had rushed over to my apartment.

After a big, loving hug…she asked, “Why did your mom do this, Sam?  Why did she hate Bobby so much?”

I backed away and walked into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast bar.  I just shook my head.  Mel followed and started water to boil on the stove.

“I don’t know, Mel.  I don’t know.  I think when she looked at Bobby…she saw Victor…”

“Your dad, right?”

“Yes.  My dad was such a charmer…just like Bobby.  I think she thought she was protecting me somehow…”

“Oh, Sam…” said Melanie with so much love in her voice I started to cry again.

“I’ll get us some tea. You’ll feel better.”

We took our tea…and some crackers that Mel had found in the pantry, walked into the living room and sat down on the floor…backs up against the sofa, looking out onto the sunny courtyard outside my apartment window…and watched the squirrels play.

“What are you going to do now? Mel asked after the crackers and tea were gone.

“Do?” I choked out.  “What do you mean…do?”

“Are you going to show that diary to Bobby?  I think he should know the truth.”

Of course, that had been the first thing I had thought too…but then…cold reality had set in and I brushed that thought from my mind.

I hadn’t heard anything about Bobby for years…even though we all lived within a few suburbs of each other.  I had always avoided the shopping center where he and his dad owned their hardware store.

I knew he had gotten married…six months after I married Russ.  But that was all I knew.  That was all I waned to know.  I picked up  the diary, aimlessly flipping the pages.

“I can’t Mel.  I don’t want to cause any trouble…I just…can’t.”  I wiped away more tears that had started to fall.

“But..but” I continued, “he should know, right?”  Know that it wasn’t my fault…to show him the diary…to…to…” I held the diary loosely and then let it fall softly to the carpet.

“I just don’t know…” I murmured…tears falling on my empty hands.

“I have something to tell you, Sam.” Mel said quietly and then she reached over and gently picked up both of my hands…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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