The Letter, Part III of IV

Now I’m wondering if I should be concerned.  The ongoing saga of the letter continues to gather momentum, adding characters, complexity, and unexpected twists of plot.

When the initial story of “The Letter” first showed up, I thought it was about a young woman who was more invested in the story of her relationship than in the actual, day to day living with a … liar?  misunderstood boyfriend?  challenge to her identity?

I am coming to learn that there is no way of knowing until the characters let me in on what’s going on in their world.  I can’t wait to see what happens next.



“You never listen to a single thing that I say.” Marie carefully dabbed at a smudge of lipstick. She was right to listen to that woman at the spa who went on and on about how you should always layer different colors of lipstick so that it flatters you best.

Bill was being obstinate again. Figures he’d play innocent and pretend that they hadn’t been talking about this for weeks.

If you wanted the best weekend for a wedding at the club, you had to reserve it at least a year in advance. They’d lucked out when that Albert girl ran off with her roommate. Marie had snagged that date right away.

Funny how it worked – well, not exactly funny, but wonderful the way that things worked out for the best. If she hadn’t signed up for bridge lessons, she wouldn’t have been in the lounge when Melinda started yelling about losing her deposit.

She’d excused herself from her table and made it to the manager’s office just as Melinda shot out the door, shouting that her lawyer would be in touch. Melinda had almost knocked her over. She hadn’t said hello or asked about Alex or the girls. That was her way, being too full of her own business to pay attention to anyone else.

Bill grunted. “So, you committed to a wedding date. For two people who haven’t announced that they’re getting married.”

“No. I reserved a Saturday in June for when our son finally gets around to…”

Bill put his hands on her shoulders and gazed at her in the mirror. “Marie. You never listen to a thing I say. I told you to leave them alone. They’ll figure out what’s right for them.”

Marie smiled at him in the mirror. “Don’t you see, that’s the beauty of this. It’s just a date on the calendar. If one of our girls wants to get married next June, she can have it. Alex and his girl can have it if they want.”

“Adrienne,” Bill said. “Her name is Adrienne.”

“Yes, well. Now we should get going if we’re going to get to the show on time.”

Bill gave her shoulders a final squeeze and sighed. “Yes, dear. Now, how much are we in for the deposit?” He patted his pocket and pulled out his car keys.

“I don’t know. Ten or twenty, maybe?”

“You don’t know?”

“No, I don’t know. It didn’t come up.”

“You sign anything?”

“Yes, of course I did. It was the contract for the date. I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t grab that date, one of the other girls would have. You have your wallet, don’t you? We don’t want to be embarrassed this time.”

Bill slid his arms into his jacket and shrugged his shoulders. “You were the one who was embarrassed. We’ve known the Andrews for years. I’ll pick up the tab tonight and we’ll call it even.”


Alex was late. This was getting to be a habit with him.

Once, Dave expected that Alex would take charge of the group. He was full of big ideas, smart, and well-liked, everything they needed in a leader.

However, Alex had changed. He’d brought in deals late – and nowhere near as big as what he had built into his sales forecast.

Corporate expected bigger numbers than they’d brought in. Their group was the reason why the new owner bought the company. Anything could be used as a reason to tighten the noose around Dave’s neck to fix the bottom line.

Dave had done everything that he could think of to protect Alex from himself. This time, however, it wasn’t up to Dave.





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