The Sweetest Revenge by Dawn Halliday

Author:Dawn Halliday [Halliday, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Historical Erotic Romance, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
Amazon: B00AL34E58
Publisher: Dawn Halliday
Published: 2012-12-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I slept on my new couch for several days before I dragged myself out to buy a new bed. I got a queen-sized plush top bed that was delivered the same day I bought it. I ordered expensive new sheets and a light down-alternative comforter, like the one in my dream, from the Company Store on the Internet.

My clothes were in piles on the floor, so I stopped by the furniture store and bought a dresser for my bedroom. Ruth was happy to see me.

I re-hung the paintings that I kept in the empty dining room, the sitting room, and the den. I moved the few knick-knacks I still had to the shelves of my new console. I placed my cherished books on the shelves. A lot of Jim’s books had sold in the estate sale, and I had thrown the rest of them away.

I called a painter I found on the Internet. Over the course of two weeks, he and his crew repainted every single room in the house. I even had them paint the cream cabinets in the kitchen a medium gray color and refit the doors with new hardware. I told Jerry, the head painter and owner of the company, that I wanted to paint the outside soon. A nice pewter gray, I said.

The rest of the furniture would have to evolve over time. I had a couch to sit on, a TV to watch, a bed to sleep in, a place to put my clothes. It was enough for the moment.

Carly called me once. “They told me I’m not allowed to contact you,” she said. “But I needed to see how you’re doing. I worry about you.”

“Carly,” I said. “You are so sweet to call me. I don’t want you to compromise yourself or your job by talking to me.”

“I know,” she said. “I just need to know you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. I appreciate your calling more than I can say. Thank you.”

I cried a little after I hung up from Carly. She had really taken a big risk to call me. I realized that someone in that town gave a damn about me.

A month later, my limp was gone and I was wearing my size twelves that I had hung onto. But even they were beginning to droop on me. I had no idea how much weight I had lost and I refused to weigh on the cruel scales. In fact, I picked them up one morning and threw them in the garbage. I hated those digital scales that had haunted me for years. Hated them.

Wearing my Levi’s and a turquoise top I found in the inner sanctum of my closet, I decided to go to the garden center and buy some flowers. It was late September and the weather was beginning to cool and the feel of fall was in the air. I was wandering through the aisles of the garden center, putting chrysanthemums in my basket, when I saw him. Or them, I should say.

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