Loralee, Chapter Three, Houston

Loralee: The Dimestore Novella
Chapter Three, Houston
Originally Published on January 12, 2012

 

โ€œI heard you, damn it. I know who I belong to.โ€ Donna paced on the balcony.

โ€œThen what are you doing?โ€ Malcolm said.

โ€œDonโ€™t you know itโ€™s you? Itโ€™s a big world. I have been sitting on my hands for a long time. Whatโ€™s going to happen when I talk to people? Youโ€™re either going to trust me or not. You think that you know everything about me.โ€

โ€œI know more about this.โ€

โ€œI heard you. Do you think Iโ€™m hedging my bets? You are so wrong if thatโ€™s what you think.โ€

โ€œI think that you donโ€™t know what youโ€™re doing. Youโ€™re lonely, wanting attention.โ€

โ€œReassurance. I want reassurance because, well, you know why, because of Loralee. Because of Suzanne. Because what the hell am I to you? You are wrong about the rest of it, and you, I, oh goddamn it! Who the hell are you to judge me in this mess? I know who I belong to. I didnโ€™t think you wanted everyone else to know it. Itโ€™s your own damn fault. I thought I was helping you out. You know, falling on my sword for you again. Itโ€™s your own damn fault.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t. I didnโ€™t ask you to do that. I didnโ€™t tell you to.โ€ Malcolm looked at the floor.

โ€œWhat the hell am I supposed to do?โ€

โ€œQuit throwing a fit. Trust me. Iโ€™ve got you. Wait.โ€

โ€œDamn cowboys! Bossy! Stand still, look pretty, sit down, shut up. Hurry up and wait. What is wrong with me that I gotta do this to myself? I know who I belong to.โ€ Donna continued to pace, fuming mad at him.

โ€œThen what are you doing?โ€

โ€œI done told you! I thought, because of Loralee, I thought, I mean, what is either of us doing? Heโ€™s sitting at home now, watching t.v., waiting for me. You want to put rose-colored glasses on this now? Because weโ€™re just so in love? You want to talk about what I would and wouldnโ€™t do? You gonna play that card? Do you think that if I would be with you that I would with him? With your friend, Nevelle? With anyone else? Is that what you think? Iโ€™ve been with my husband for ten years, with one man, you think this doesnโ€™t mean something to me? I love the way people sit around and talk about trust while they stick it in and break it off. So, I talked to your friend at a party, so what?โ€

โ€œI never said that he was my friend. You donโ€™t know him. You talked to me at a party once too.โ€

โ€œOh, no, sweetheart, I took one look at you and watched my life come apart. Donโ€™t ever insult me like that again. I know who I belong to.โ€

โ€œThen act like it.โ€

โ€œOh, no. Oh no, you didnโ€™t.โ€ Donna laughed a mean laugh.

โ€œYouโ€™re too close to that ledge. Donna, come here. Come away from the balcony. Get away from that ledge.โ€

โ€œOh, all right. I didnโ€™t come to spend the night with you so we could fuss and fight.โ€ Donna smiled at him. She slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her stilettos.

โ€œGoddamn. Bring those over here.โ€ Malcolm reached for her.

โ€œYou mean my beautiful eyes?โ€

 

 

 

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