Some Things Are Meant To Be
Copyright© 2007 by DREMAN
Chapter 11
I was in the master bathroom brushing my teeth when the telephone rang. I looked at the clock on the counter and saw that it was 10:10. I thought that it must be Mike calling to get my version of what happened tonight at the Hilton, so I just picked up and said, "You want to hear the story, too, huh?"
"What story did you have in mind?" the woman's voice said.
It wasn't Mike after all. It was Colleen!
I took a deep breath before I went on. "Let me go spit and rinse my mouth. I'll be right back," I told her.
"Don't splatter on the mirror," she admonished.
I didn't bother to respond.
After I'd done what I said I was going to do, I returned to the telephone. "How can I help you, Colleen?"
"You can start by forgiving me and telling me, 'Now that you've gotten your head screwed on straight, Colleen, you can come back home where you belong.' That is, if you even want a stupid fool like me in your life anymore."
Don't ask me why because I cannot explain it, but all the anger about the last few days' happenings welled up within me again. The little red angel with the forked tail on my right shoulder was shouting something about all the hell she had put me through during the last week, and the gall she had to presume that it's going to be so simple to resolve our problems.
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