I Bet You Think This Story's About You - Part Two

I finally talked him into getting a cup of coffee. The room was crowded with business people, the conversations loud and lively. We took a table at the back of the room. He had put on a bit of weight since I last saw him. His skin had an unhealthy ruddiness to it, kind of like he had high blood pressure accompanied by a really poor diet. “So, hmmm…., I guess things have really changed in your world.” I tried to make eye contact with him, but he kept shifting his glance everywhere but on my face. “Yeah, I guess.” Our server brought us steaming cups of coffee. I put some sugar substitute in mine, no cream, and took a sip. Ah, it was splendid. I watched as he opened packet after packet of sugar, so much that I wondered if the coffee would pour like syrup. He stirred the brew, then poured cream in until the coffee turned almost white. Not my kind of coffee, that’s for sure!

“What are you doing with your life now? Are you still working in network marketing and I.T.?” “Nah, well, kind of. I dabble a bit here and there. You know, helping people set up their home computers and stuff. I haven’t had a full time job for a while.” “I see. So, what are you doing to fill up your days?” I took another sip of my coffee, watching him squirm in his seat. “Well, I kind of got interested in art. I’ve been learning new tools and stuff, you know, digital stuff.” Yeah, I knew, I had seen. He didn’t have to tell me. The server came by and filled my cup again. His cup was still untouched.

“Where is Mary Jo now? Does she still sell chocolate? And your boys, are they with her?” He jumped when I asked the question, almost as if he had been poked with a cattle prod. “Huh? Oh, yeah, well, I guess that they’re still in New Jersey.” I could see that he was becoming irritated with my questions. He cradled his cup of coffee in his beefy hands. “Like I said before, I haven’t seen them for a while.” His face was turning a reddish purple, like the color of a freshly rendered pigs heart. “Why do you care anyway!?!” He lashed out at me, angrily slamming his cup onto the table. The coffee sloshed over the edges of the cup, sending a stream of the whitish liquid over the edge and into his lap. Jumping up, he let out a curse, swiping at his pants with a paper napkin, trying to sop up some of the spillage. “Wow,” I was shocked. I suppose I shouldn’t have been. He must have known that I knew about how he had split, that he had abandoned his family, not looking back to see if they even had a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread. I knew that he had hooked up with another woman, someone with children of her own. She supported him on her meager wages as a day care provider. Some life he had, trading it for the woman he had promised he would love and cherish forever.

“Why are you here anyway?” He fairly shouted the words at me. I smiled, calmly, knowingly. “Well, I guess you could say that I am your conscience, from the past, here to help you deal with what you have done.” I offered my hand but he slapped it away.

To Be Continued…..

You can read part one here
and part three here

Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
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I Bet You Think This Story's About You - Part Two

Susan Isabella  Sheehan

SANTA CLARA, United States

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The twists and turns of everyday life.

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