Finding My Way 2 by Mavis Applewater

Author:Mavis Applewater [Applewater, Mavis]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2012-10-07T11:27:52+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Peter what are you doing here?” I asked in a frightened tone. His face dropped at my question and his eyes began to tear up slightly. “Well I …” He began and then stopped when he looked over at Allison. I was irked by his expression. He looked at her as if she was the one who was intruding.

“I’ll take our bags in.” Allison offered calmly. “I need to call my parents and let them know that we got home.” She grabbed our bags and started to walk away. She approached me and for a brief moment I was terrified that she might kiss me or show some other sign of affection. Confused by my reaction I just stood there. “Was I suddenly ashamed of her? No! I just did not want Peter to find out this way. I had hurt him enough.”

“It’s all right.” Allison whispered to me tenderly. “I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.” She waved to Peter and went into the house.

“Peter?” I called to him as I felt myself becoming more and more uneasy about the situation. “Why are you here?”

“This is going to sound silly.” He began softly. “I drove up here on Thursday.”

“Thursday?” I gasped. “What have you been doing all of this time?”

“I got a room in town.” He explained sheepishly. “At first I came here because I thought that you might be lying about having plans for the holiday. Then when I arrived and found you weren’t home I was embarrassed. I had already told my parents that we could not make it down for Thanksgiving. I simply had nowhere to go. I drove over here every day hoping to find you.”

“Peter …” I started to say as my heart was breaking for him.

“Don’t say anything Stephanie.” He said sadly. “I feel like a fool.”

We went inside to the warmth of my apartment. I felt sorry for him as I watched him slump down onto my futon. I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. I wondered if he had now figured things out when he saw Allison and I together. As I watch the coffee drip into the glass pot I could hear Allison’s footsteps above me. By the sounds I could tell exactly which room she was in and what she was doing. I knew when she put our bags onto her sofa. Funny how I didn’t question that she took my belongings to her apartment. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. I knew when Allison was talking on the telephone. As I watched the coffee maker sputter out its last hiss I listened as Allison began to pace around her living room. I filled two cups of coffee and rejoined Peter. I told him to take off his coat, which he did reluctantly. I sipped my coffee as he stared into his cup.

I silently prayed that he would just say something so we could get this over with and I could go upstairs to be with my lover.

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