Broken Dolls by Susan D. Peters

Broken Dolls by Susan D. Peters

Author:Susan D. Peters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sunrise Consulting
Published: 2014-12-15T00:00:00+00:00


The valet at eta Creative Arts Foundation took their keys and the couple hurried to meet Lisette and Bryan inside the crowded lobby. Lisette was a girl of medium height with her long, dark brown hair swept into a chignon at the nape of her neck. Unlike Kelly, Lisette was wide-hipped and her short pink and green floral dress strained to contain her curves. Her husband Bryan, was a former college football lineman that still kept up the grueling exercise regimen that produced a ripped chest, flat belly and cut and defined arms. He was thick- necked and broad shouldered.

He wore a black tee shirt tucked neatly into tan linen slacks.

Kelly could barely utter hello before being wrapped in the comfort of Lisette’s arms. “Girl, I’m sooo sorry for your loss,” purred the long-lashed Lisette.

“I’ll be okay,” she said with a small sigh. “Just as soon as I can get past daddy’s funeral.” She looked away, and then back at Chad. “Babe this my bestie Lisette and her husband Bryan.” She paused just long enough to control the trembling of her voice and exhaled, “They’re like family.”

“Glad to meet you both,” said Chad, smiling but peering at Kelly for a moment. Evidently he had heard the very thing she had tried to hide. “Thanks for the invitation,” he said to Lisette. “She needed to get away for a while,” he said looking down at Kelly, who latched onto his arm a bit tighter.

“Kelly, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get to see your mom sooner,” said Lisette. “Let her know I’ll be over before the weeks out.”

Just as Kelly nodded, the theater lights flickered, signaling that the play was about to begin. The group moved forward along the industrial grade brownish-gray tweed carpet, finding their way through the throngs of people. They entered the modest theater with surprisingly comfortable red velvet seats—the majority of them filling up quickly. Their Eyes Were Watching God, adapted from the book by Zora Neale Hurston, was playing to a sold-out crowd.

The playbill said the drama, set in the 1920s, it read “The story of a woman’s timeless struggle to finally find Mr. Right and an opportunity to love and live fully.” A classic, and Lisette knew the book was one of Kelly’s favorites.

The play unfolded slowly, but Kelly felt anchored beside Chad, sliding her small hand inside his. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and absorbed his strength. Kelly’s mind wandered and she began to ponder her parents’ marriage. Her mother and father valued their vow to cleave to one another, but she had never seen that spark between them that would make a woman stay with a man for decades. Kelly needed more than the appearance of closeness in a marriage. She wanted connection— the spark. Without that spark, what was the point? She’d never need a man for a meal ticket or to validate her worth. Looking at Chad, she smiled inwardly because he provided the spark.

Surprisingly, in the middle of



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