(Continued from last issue)
David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.
DIANE
Over the next few days, I did not get another opportunity to observe David and my doctor together, as their visits to my room never again coincided; while my doctor passed by at the start and end of each of his shifts, David only passed by in the evenings after work, and never stayed for longer than half an hour at the most.
Furthermore, when he did come, it was obvious that he did not really want to be there, and had only come out of a sense of responsibility or to keep up the appearance of a caring husband to my mother who, on the other hand, spent several hours with me each day.
I was not sure if his reluctance to spend time with me meant he was seeing that whore again, or if he was just upset at how much I had cost him with the accident.
Since I was admitted, and my mother had not moved into the house yet (the maid she had sent for had apparently been delayed by a death in the family), there was no way for me to know where he went when he left the hospital each evening, but I decided that I was not going to stress over it, and would instead focus on getting well enough to be discharged, so that I could keep an eye on him myself.
Besides, I had not told either David or the doctor that thanks to my dream I now knew who he was, for until I had figured out how to use that information, or if it was even useful in the first place, I thought it best to keep my cards close to my chest, and only play them as – and if – the need arose.
Until then, I would keep my eyes open, my antenna up, and my energy focused on getting back home to my life as soon as possible.
DAVID
With Julie once again being warm and loving towards me, it was not long before our relationship was back to where it used to be in the beginning. I would get to the apartment at about seven, and she would be waiting for me with a smile and a tray of refreshments already set out.
I would bond with Junior while she worked on dinner, and after we had eaten, I would bond with her while Junior slept. There had been some delay in the plans for Diane’s mum to move into the house, and I was taking full advantage of it, spending hours at the apartment every day, and even spending the night twice.
While I had not wanted to rush her into getting intimate that first evening our relationship had gotten back on track, we were now making love every night, and the sex was even better than I remembered.
In stark contrast, my relationship with Diane was distinctively chilly, and I was not sure who of us was responsible for that. While I was admittedly still bitter about the financial blow the accident had been, I, nonetheless, made the effort to go and see her after work every day, and although she appeared happy to see me when I arrived, she then always proceeded to spend most of the time I was there talking to her mother who she had by that time already had all day with.
Furthermore, as if she did not realize how much she had already cost me, when she did speak to me, it was usually to tell me about one thing or another that her parents had said the children needed, or remind me of things I needed to get at the house in preparation for her mum and the maid to move in.
Unlike with Julie, conversations with Diane never included anything about what she could do for me; it was always what she wanted, and what she needed. It was tiresome and made my time with Julie not just much more appealing, but almost a necessity, for after listening to Diane’s list of demands, any man would need a refreshing distraction.
JULIE
While my relationship with David was getting better by the day, my relationship with my sister was going downhill, fast. I was not sure what the problem was, but it had probably started when I spoke to her about needing more ‘alone’ time with David, and asking that she occupied herself in another room when he came by.
Even though I had tried to be as tactful and polite as possible, she had clearly taken offence, saying I was choosing a man over my sister, and that I treated her like the help and took her for granted.
Her allegations were ridiculous; so, I did not pay much attention to them, and despite her little hissy fit, she didn’t hang around David and I the way she used to; so, as far as I was concerned, the problem was solved and behind us.
However, her entire attitude changed after that, to the point where her frostiness was actually getting awkward and uncomfortable, and I started to wonder if it might not be easier to just send my mother a bit of extra money and have Sandra go back to her for the rest of the holiday.
At the same time, even though I would not go so far as to say I treated her like the help, it was nice having her around to give me a hand with Junior and give me some ‘mummy time’ every now and then; plus, I worried that asking her to leave might only make things even more awkward between us; so, for the time being I remained undecided.
While my relationship with my sister sat in this awkward limbo, my relationship with David, on the other hand, was hotter than ever; David did not just have sex with me, he made love to me, and although I would be lying if I said Kenneth no longer crossed my mind, as the days – and nights – went by, he appeared in it less and less.
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Source: The Observer
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