Wealth of Time by Andre Gonzalez

Author:Andre Gonzalez [Gonzalez, Andre]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781732776227
Publisher: M4L Publishing
Published: 2019-03-04T22:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 30

Sonya arrived home at 5:30 like most evenings, kicking off her shoes and changing into sweatpants to lounge around the house. Martin would be home in a few minutes, and she thought she just might have a drink with him. She had a rough day at school where two of her students broke into a fight in the middle of a lecture. Apparently, young Christopher stole a Gameboy from little Tyler, and Tyler didn’t take it too well. Ah, summer school, where half the students genuinely need help and the other half are there to be kept off the streets. Sonya had caught a flying fist to her breast as she tried to break up the fight, and while it didn’t hurt, it still put a funk on the rest of her day.

Once in her loungewear, she plopped down on the couch and cracked open a new romance book called The Notebook. Her and some of the other teachers at school participated in a book club where they read one new release each month, usually a steamy romance to escape the daily grind of the booger-flicking and hormonal preteens.

She dove into the book, getting lost in the other world for a good half hour before realizing Martin still hadn’t arrived. Where could he be? she wondered as she put in her bookmark and tossed the novel on the coffee table.

She crossed the room to the window overlooking the front yard and pulled back the shades to see if he was in the driveway or maybe coming down the street. He had always been prompt in coming home, but it was now 6:04, and he had never been home past six without giving her notice.

The post office would have been closed already, too, so she couldn’t call to make sure he was okay. He had talked about buying a pager, but hadn’t got around to picking one up yet; that would have been handy in a moment like this and she’d be sure to remind him of that.

Maybe he stopped at the bar for a drink. We could have both had a rough day, we’re usually in sync that way.

She gave up on looking through the window and went to the kitchen to start dinner. She didn’t have much energy and boiled water for spaghetti, her go-to meal when she didn’t really want to cook. While the noodles cooked, she returned to her evening read, standing over the stove to stir the pasta every couple minutes. Surely Martin wouldn’t be any later than seven, when they typically sat down for dinner.

The meal was ready by 6:26, and still no Martin, so she put some garlic bread in the oven to kill more time. Her lazy meal was turning into multiple courses now, and she grew more worried with each passing minute he didn’t arrive.

What are you doing, Martin? This isn’t funny.

“He’s just at a bar having a few drinks I’m sure. Maybe he went out with some friends after work.”

But he had never mentioned any friends from work, let alone any coworkers in general.

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