“Tommy” Part 7″Tommy” By GentilePart 7———She called back that evening with a grocery list. “Now, Tommy has given me a hundred dollars walk around money, (I held the money in our family/that circa) Cully. So, you buy the groceries and I’ll repay you, okay?””Sounds good, honey.””You sound much better, Cully. I’m glad.””Yes, for sure.””Can’t wait for Wednesday afternoon. Well, I am also looking forward to tomorrow evening when I see my little Cully-boy again, but, Wednesday will be a new beginning for us I believe, Cully. Sweetheart, thank you for the doing the shopping and for being so kind and understanding.” I started to speak but she cut me off.”Oh, Tommy has decided to take the rest of the week off as vacation time, so, he’ll be able to match up with our vacations. I’d forgotten all about us being on vacation, Cully, so did you.” I started to go again, but, she cut me off again.”I have a fresh note, Cully. After we got back from Westroads. Can’t wait to show you.”I wanted to go sexual, to be inquisitive, but, I held my tongue. It’d be better that way. My confession awaited. If I went early and dropped too many, or, any hints it’d ruin the path ahead bursa escort a measure. Though I was greatly relieved that I did indeed feel as I did.But, she didn’t know that. Both Tommy & her sounded as though my feelings on the subject were going to be of little consideration and consequence. That fact alone caused my mood to plummet in the space of mere seconds, so I didn’t try to interject again. I hid my alarm, we said our goodbyes, an (I love you) a piece & hung up.”How can it go from so good to so bad so quick?” So I answered my question with a question:”What if you didn’t want this in any way, shape or form, Dale?” My voice startled me. It didn’t resemble my voice whatsoever. I didn’t recognize it. I fled to her bathroom and addressed my reflection with close to the exact same query:” “What if you don’t want this in any way, shape or form, Dale?””Again!””What if you didn’t want this in any way, shape or form, Dale?”Talking it over with myself helped a bit. The incoming panic attack subsided, but, did not extinguish. I could feel it simmering. I just prayed I could keep it on simmer till I picked her up and there’d be a resolution.”[resolution] is bursa escort bayan a bad choice of words, son.””What should I do?””Go shopping. Now.””Good idea. Let’s go.”I fled the house for the store before I dropped into such a depression that anything would be feasible. I fired up the Road Runner. Well, turned it over. I’d agreed not to fire it up in the trailer park at the insistence of the mgmt. Some 4×4 named Earl Welt. “Stop it, Mr. Castleberry.”I stopped.Once out of ear shot, I put it thru some preliminary tasks, found no joy in it & angrily pulled into the Hinky Dinky parking lot. “Get out.”I came close to going back to the house and phoning her and putting it on the line. “What would you say if you did that?”I implored myself: “Please don’t talk to yourself while sitting in this GD car!””When was the last time you bought her flowers?” “Too late, flower buying is a taken position. She’s probably got 3 dozen by now from the damn guy.””Get the fuck outta this car!”I finally obeyed myself and wobbled, like a wino, on into the grocery store.”Get a hold of yourself, man.” To myself. Of course I’d chosen a crooked cart. “Son-of-bitch!” Out loud. Spent escort bursa under 55 smackers. If I played my cards right I’d clear 45 dollars if she handed me the entire C note. “He’s probably loaded, probably a “sewer.” Somebody who always has a lawsuit in the pipeline & a fat check for the one that just settled. I made a mental note to find out from Girl where he was getting that extra dough to buy gifts & hand her cash. “Break my rice bowl, will he!” I exclaimed to the rear view, fired it up and put down Firestone rubber-at least 25 feet of it. It was wicked, a head turner, by God. Then was grateful I hadn’t drawn law enforcement. “Aren’t you ever going to learn?”Back home I cleaned the refrigerator, unpacked the groceries and finally spied the clock. Straight up 11PM. They were probably doing it like 2 rabbits.”You know she ain’t gonna tell you everything. You know that, don’t you?”Probably a cuddlier. “Cully, cuddle with me, honey.””Rockford Files is just starting.” I’d timed (it) perfect.”Perhaps a drive over, see if the cruiser is sitting there?””I ain’t got it in me, guy. Let’s just lay down and give up the ghost. Okay?””Sure, man, I’m ready.” I shook out the quilts, fluffed my feather pillow & crawled on in. “Leave the light.” For the 2nd night rats came along with the sand man. The living room was filled with them, all scurrying like maniacs. (to be continued)