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Sara watched as Eric
removed his boots and made himself comfortable on her make shift picnic
blanket. Eric saw Sara looking from him to his shoes and back again.
“I hope you don’t mind
but I didn’t want to take the chance of dirtying up your carpet, it looks new and
usually apartments have tan carpet, I like the way the white looks but it is
gonna be a bitch to keep clean.”
“No that’s fine.” She replied,
as she once again took her spot on the floor in front of the TV.
Eric used his keys to
pop the tops of the beers and handed one to Sara, he took a nice long pull from
his beer looked back to Sara and asked.
“You seem nervous Sara,
don’t worry I’m not gonna bite...well that is unless you want me to.”
Sara smiled at his words
and at the way he was making his eyebrows wiggle; he was just so audacious,
confidante. Taking a reticent sip of her beer Sara confessed.
“I am nervous, I don’t
really date and I don’t know you from Adam.”
“Ok, well get to know
me.”
Eric went on to tell her
all the benign details of his life. Starting with his businesses, how many
stores he had opened and such, thou he left out some details on how he really
got started. He leaned back on one elbow pulled from his beer again and
continued to tell her about him. He told her where he lived now and where he
grew up, he glossed over his family and childhood giving her just the bare
bones. He didn’t want to frighten her with details of his sordid youth with
drug running, gang affiliations, thievery and such. He was a changed man.
“So now you know about
me tell me about you, you’re not from Cali are you?”
Sara was sitting comfortably
Indian style in front of Eric she had picked up and set aside her left over
dinner while he was talking to her. So the only thing between them was a little
space, air and their beers. Sara wasn’t sure how much she wanted to tell Eric,
she was embarrassed about her failed marriage. And didn’t really want to talk
about Michael, she still ended up in tears when she did.
“Well, no I’m not from
Cali. I moved here from Pennsylvania.” As she spoke her head was down casted
and she began to pick at the paper label on her beer.
“Wow, that’s really far.
What made you move all the way out here? I mean you must have left all your
family behind right?”
Sara drank from her beer “Mmmmmm he’s right this is a decent
beer.” She placed the bottle back down and began to tell Eric everything.
Honesty was the best policy right and if they went out he’d soon find out so
may just get the embarrassment out of the way now.
“Yes, I did leave my
family behind. Dad died a few years ago after heart surgery. Moms still in Pa
but she moved out of State College. I don’t have any siblings, just three
cousins from my mom’s sister Carmen. I moved out here because I needed a big
change. My husband and I divorced last year and I just couldn’t take living
where almost every place I went held some sort of memory with him. So I applied
for jobs for as far away as I could get.”
Eric was shocked to hear
that she was divorced, what man in his right mind would divorce her. He looked
at her face and saw the shimmering in her eyes and knew this conversation was
upsetting her, but he wanted to know more. So he reached out caressed her cheek
and tried to comfort her.
“Your husband was an
obvious idiot if he let you go. How long were you married? Why’d you guys
divorce?”
His voice was gentle and
low to sooth her and coax her to answer him. With Eric’s hand caressing her
cheek so sweetly Sara began to relax, she had started to get a little anxious
as she was recounting the sum of her life to him. Sara began to answer him
after picking up her beer for another drink.
“We were married for ten
years, he was...” Sara inhaled deep and let her breath out with a huff as she
continued.
“He was ha..having
affairs.” She stuttered as she spoke
Eric was doing the math
in his head