What Michelle did for love...
Randy Dalton couldn't have been happier. What a beautiful day, he thought, driving to work that morning. Every day's a lovely day since I met Michelle.
Arriving at his Office, he eased into the parking space marked President. Getting out of his car, he quickly entered the building.
"Good morning, Miss Rydell. Any messages or phone calls for me?"
"Yes, Mr. Dalton. Your fiancé called a few minutes ago. Michelle would like you to call her."
"Okay, let me see if I can catch her before she leaves for work."
"Moments later, to his delight, a little girl's voice answered the phone.
"Hello. Who is this?" the little voice asked.
"This is your mother's friend, Mr. Dalton. May I speak with your Mommie?"
"Yes... , Okay. I'll call her—Mommieee... !
"Hello," a soft dulcet voice said, "This is Mrs. Larson."
"Hello, Sweetie. Miss Rydell said you called."
"Oh, Randy. Thanks for calling back. I was just getting ready to go to work after I drop the girls off at school."
"Was that little Betsy that answered the phone just now?"
"Yes," Michelle said, "She's our little Receptionist around here," she laughed.
"Michelle. I have to tell you, those three girls of yours—I can't think of anyone who wouldn't be very proud to call them their daughters.
"Randy, the reason I wanted you to call me—I'm afraid I have some bad news. I'm not going to be able to make our Sunday date. I just found out, I have to work Saturday; and Sunday is the only day I have to finish buying the girls' clothes they need for school."
For a moment, there was silence on the line. "Randy. Are you still there?"
"Yes." he said. "Michelle, I have an idea. If you felt you could trust me with the girls—why not let me take them shopping Saturday for their school clothes?"
"Oh Randy... ," she said, laughing in spite of her surprise. "Are you sure you're up for that? You know, my three girls can be a real handful—especially when they're turned loose in a clothing store."
Seeking to reassure her, Randy said, "I'm sure the girls and I would get along fine. In addition, I'd love to take them shopping. You have no idea how much fun it would be for me. This will give the girls a chance to get to know me a little better," he pointed out.
"Besides... , seeing them in their natural habitat, a young ladies clothing store, would be the perfect place for me to get acquainted with them," he said, with a little chuckle.
"Randy... , you're going to have to stop being so nice to the girls and me. Other wise, if you keep this up, Darling, you're going to have not one, but four women madly in love with you."
Randy laughed, pleased at her rely. "Then, why not let me take the girls for the whole day. I'll get plane tickets and the four of us can fly up to Atlanta.
The girls and I could shop until we drop, then catch the last flight back home at five o'clock Saturday evening. I promise to have them home by seven at the latest. This way, you and I can still have our Sunday together," he said, hopefully.
"Well... ," she said, uncertainty registering in her voice. "Alright then. I know the girls will be thrilled and excited when I tell them, especially little Betsy. She's never flown before. Please... , Randy, on the clothes, nothing too expensive, okay?"
For Randy Dalton that Saturday turned out to be the day he decided what he wanted most in life was a ready-made family. He found himself totally captivated by Michelle's three daughters.
Watching them shop, turned out to be a delightful experience for him. An exciting adventure ... He loved the way they seriously discussed the various teenage fashions with each other.
All three were attractive little females. How could they not be, he thought, they all take after their mother. Most of all, he was deeply flattered and grateful. He was happily aware he had passed a major milestone with Michelle. She had trusted him enough to let him take her girls shopping.
When several women at the various stores they visited complimented him on how beautiful and well behaved his three daughters were—Randy took great delight in not correcting them. I should be so lucky, he thought wistfully.
Watching Michelle's three adorable girls shop, he couldn't help thinking of another little girl, so happy and full of life, who had been abruptly yanked from the loving protection of his arms.
His daughter Jennie. Just ten years old, she had been killed in a car accident along with her mother. Michelle's Susan is about Jennie's age, he thought. How lucky am I, after all these years, to be in love again—not only with Michelle, but with her three beautiful daughters as well.
At seven o'clock that evening, Michelle answered the door of her neat little apartment. Randy and her three daughters were standing there—smiling back at her.
The girls were all carrying packages. Except for a tired little Betsy, —she was fast asleep on Randy's shoulder. I wonder if he's aware yet that they've adopted him, she thought, laughing to herself. And, there can be little doubt—he's quite fond of them.
Later that evening Randy sat in the modest little kitchen seated at the head of their table. He loved the warm happy feeling of being surrounded by three chattering little females, and a radiant Michelle. I reckon I'm about as near heaven as I'll ever be, he thought.
Later when Michelle had tried to convince him to take the money, she had saved to buy the girl's clothes he had declined.
"No way! Today was my treat. The girls and I had a wonderful time. They made it a very special day for me. I can't remember when I've had so much fun."
"Come on, girls," Michelle called. "It's almost 9:00 o'clock. Time for bed. Beth, honey... , would you and Susan take Betsy up and put her to bed?"
"Yes, Mama," the two older daughters said, "Come on Betsy."
"Ahhh... , alone at last," Michelle said. Going over—she snuggled up against him on the sofa. "Give the girls a few minutes to fall asleep, Mister... , and maybe, if we can do it quietly—I'll let you have your way with me," she said, with a naughty little smirk.
"Well... , thank you, Ma'am," Randy joked, "And... , just when I thought things couldn't get any better... ," he said, leaning down to kiss her warm inviting lips.
Woodland Country Club ... Sunday evening...
That Sunday evening, a larger than usual crowd was on hand. This particular evening had been set aside for the induction of several new couples into the membership of the Woodland Country Club.
Randy and Michelle, watched along with the others, as each couple came up and was introduced. Afterwards, everyone came forward to greet the new couples.
"Folks... ," the Club Director said, "We have one last couple, Mr. and Mrs. Sammy Li, to induct. The Board has approved their application for membership. Mr. Li is one of our leading businessmen here in town."
At first, Michelle was in shock, and then she felt a profound sense of dismay. Her old nemesis, Mrs. Li and her strange little husband had just been made members.
Seeing the stricken look on her pale beautiful face, Randy quietly put his arm around her shoulders. "It'll be alright, Darling. It's a big Club. Trust me. I'll make sure you have nothing to worry about from either of them."
Later that evening Michelle ventured into the women lounge to fix her make up. To her consternation, a few minutes later, in walked Mrs. Li. Well... , she thought. I have to meet her sometime.
"Hello, Mrs. Li," she said, attempting to be friendly. "Exciting night, huh?"
"Well, look who's hanging out with the beautiful people," Sandy Li said, in a mocking tone, pouring cold water on Michelle's attempt to be friendly. "How did you get in here... ? Oh... , I know—on your back, of course," she said, sarcastically.
Her snide remark cut Michelle to the quick. Even though she was seething with anger, Michelle was determined to remain civil. Forcing herself to smile, she said pleasantly.
"Welcome to the Club, Mrs. Li. I hope you and your husband will enjoy your membership."
"Who do you think you are—the welcoming committee?" Mrs. Li said, giving Michelle a look of scorn. Then, ignoring Michelle, she went back to applying her makeup.
Walking out of the women lounge, Michelle thought, what's it going to take to get her to stop attacking me?
That Sunday evening, back at Randy's place, he sensed Michelle was quieter than usual. She's unhappy and seems uneasy about something, he thought.
"Honey, what's wrong? You seem so quiet. Are you upset about something?"
"Oh, it's Mrs. Li. She cornered me in the women lounge tonight. She said some very hateful things to me. Fortunately, there was just the two of us in there at the time, so no one else heard her nasty remarks. I don't know what set her off. The only thing I said to her was, welcome to the club."
"If you like, I can talk to Sammy Li again. He needs to shut his wife's mouth for her, if the two of them expect to be accepted here at the club."
"No, Darling. Please don't say anything. I don't want to cause any trouble. Perhaps she'll be satisfied now, and decide to leave me alone. After all, I can't keep letting you fight all my battles for me," she said, tenderly kissing his cheek.
"But I like to fight your battles, for you," Randy said, trying to lighten her mood by teasing her.
.... There is more of this story ...