Divorce Is Not The Answer by Marilyn Hickey & John David Vanley

Author:Marilyn Hickey & John David Vanley
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: RELIGION / Christian Life / Love &#38, Marriage
ISBN: 9781614582908
Publisher: New Leaf Press
Published: 2012-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Bittersweet Sugarman

Caroline Smuthers shut the door of her apartment and listened for it to click behind her, dumped her packages on the sofa and looked at her watch. It was 5:10. The downtown traffic made her late.

Al had called, asking her to dinner, and she had rushed out to get a few things. Now she really had to hurry.

She started the shower and shut the door to let the bathroom steam up. The hot vapors always felt good when it was cold outside, and the KOA weatherman was calling for snow tonight.

Caroline had planned in her mind what she was going to wear and wasted no time getting into her size-eight, black evening gown. It sensuously hugged the perfect contours of her body, making her feel seductive. She hoped it would do some persuading.

Al had been acting strangely of late. Caroline had seen this same kind of behavior before in other men, and she knew what to expect. But Al Bentraloni was different. He was her “Daddy.”

Ringgggggg! Ringgggggg! It was the phone.

“Hello,” Caroline answered, pulling on a shoe

“This is Mr. Roberts reporting that your car is ready,” a voice said.

Caroline was amused. He always said, “This is Mr. Roberts.” He as the black, middle-aged doorman who kept all the residents punctual, especially Caroline.

“Thanks, Ed,” she said before hanging up.

Her heels resounded on the concrete driveway and a blast of cold Rocky Mountain air whipped her long brunette hair across her face. She brushed the silky strands away and smiled to Ed holding open the door of her yellow Corvette. It was running and the heater was going at high speed.

“Be careful, Miss,” Ed cautioned, “It’s nasty out.”

“Okay!” in the two years she had been living in the southside Denver high-rise, countless times she had been thankful to Ed for providing thoughtful services It was snowing. The weatherman had been right. (Even she could have predicted it.) And now his voice was crooning over the car radio, lauding his successes and warning motorists to drive carefully. The heavy snowflakes laid softly against the windshield as if they wished to go to sleep, but the wipers beat them array.

She loved the snow and wasn’t afraid to drive in it, but her thin fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Al had asked her to meet him in the upstairs lounge of the Colorado Mining Company. It was a rustic, cozy place specializing in prime rib. Caroline liked to sit near the window and look out over the lake.

She spotted the carved, wooden sign and pulled in. An attendant parked her car, and she went inside, checked her coat and dropped the tag into her open purse and clicked it shut. Al hadn’t arrived.

She ordered a Bloody Mary at the bar and sat listening to the performer strum his guitar and sing. Caroline remembered Michael, and wondered if the artist was doing one of Bob Dylan’s tunes. She didn’t know.

But neither did she know about Al. “Where is he?” she worried to herself. “Perhaps his flight from New York was canceled or delayed due to the weather.

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