Sally Anderson is a nice housewife living a quiet life with her soon to be ex husband John.
Well if that was up to me, that’s how it would be. Sally and I met at a party a long time ago. She was
unhitched then and stunning. Back then she was wild and crazy, working down at Rusty’s as a stripper.
But when she met that man, John, that was the end of the woman I thought I loved. But it was all a secret,
our relationship that is. I changed a lot, though, since I was in prison for 2 years. I used to be a coke
dealer and unfortunately I got caught and Sally broke up with. But while I was in prison, the only thing I
thought about was Sally.
I was walking into a courtroom where I’ve been many times, when she walked in. She was there dressed
in a pretty pink summer dress with a white purse snug under her left arm. Her perfume smelled of something like
roses and lilies. I caught her eyes. She gasped at the sight of me! I watched her slowly, are eyes met again. I
smiled at her, but she looked away and walked down the hall to another courtroom. By the end of my trial I was
irritated by the way Sally acted towards me. The judge gave me 5 months probation, which was lucky. I got up out
of my seat, turned and walked out to see if I could catch her. But she wasn’t there.
Later that day I walked down to Fred’s bar to have a tall glass of beer when John, Sally’s no good moron
husband, walked in. I was surprised. I tried to hide but he saw me.
“Wow, Kyle, how’s it going?” he asked.
“ Not too good actually.”
“ Yeah, Sally told me about jury duty and seeing you there.”
“She told you?”
“Yeah, I was very surprised.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, sure you were.”
“Well, uh I got to go. So uh it’s nice seeing you again.” John stuttered.
I went back to my drink.
After a long night’s sleep in my dingy cold apartment, where boxes used for furniture were scattered every
where and the mattress was in the far left corner with a silver lamp that sat near, I woke to a ring that startled me.
“Hello?” I growled
Pause.
“Hello?” I said louder.
“Hi Kyle.” A sweet familiar voice answered me.
“Sally?”
“Yep.” Answered in a whimper.
“How are you? What’s going on? Are you okay?” I said in urgency.
“I’m fine and everything is okay.” She answered jokingly.
“So why the hell are you calling me?”
“ I would just like to apologize for avoiding you yesterday.”
“It’s all good.” I lied. Actually I was quite pissed off about it. She talked about her new life, like I wanted
to know, and how she was so happy now. Then I made the comment about the old days.
“Well, I changed and I really don’t think that John needs to know what I did in my past, or what I have done with
you. Okay!” She whispered, like she was hiding something.
“Okay, okay. I was just trying to make conversation with you that’s all.” I replied impatiently.
“Oh, well okay. I got to go. Maybe we can get together for lunch or something. I’ll call you. Bye.” And she hung up
on me. I sighed and put the phone on the hook. I got up to take a shower thinking about the way she acted about us in the past.
Then I realized that John had no idea about Sally and I. It depressed me.
I never heard from her again. I tried calling, but no answer. I went into a deep depression after that. No one could ever
love me. I met this other women down at the bar. Her name was Janet. She wasn’t that pretty but she gave me company. One day after
we had sex she told me that she loved me. I just laughed at her. She told me that I was an asshole and she left. I didn’t care.
There was no such thing as love. Later that year I got into some money trouble, I lost my apartment, my job, my life. I gave up
and then I started living on the corner of 5th avenue in a cardboard box begging for money from the people I envy. A year later
I saw Sally, John, and 2 little boys that were holding each of there parents hands. She saw me and realized who I was. She looked
at me like I was some insect on the ground. She past me, tugging on one of the little boys arms. Hurrying him along. I cried that
night. In the rain.
Deidre Grotbo
