Chapter 6A Chapter by My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer
Chapter Six
Realizing that it would be impossible for him to sleep, Harold decided to distract himself by unloading the dishwasher. It occurred to him, not for the first time, that he had absolutely no idea where anything belonged. Fanny took care of all that. He depended on her for everything. It had been that way since the beginning.
He remembered the first time they’d met. It had been in an AA meeting almost thirty years earlier. Harold had just moved from New Jersey to Washington DC to attend law school. He was apprehensive about all the changes that were occurring in his life. New city. New career. Frustrated with a dead end job as a social worker in Newark, Harold had packed everything he owned in his old Datsun and headed for DC. Fanny had told him many times that she knew she was going to marry him the first time she saw him. “I leaned over to the woman next to me and I said see that cute guy with the beard over there by the coffee pot? I’m going to marry him. ” Fanny had always had a way of getting what she wanted.
A couple of weeks later she’d invited him over for dinner. He was a little flummoxed when he arrived at her one-room apartment on Q Street and discovered that the only furniture she owned was a four-poster bed. They had sat cross-legged on that bed to eat the casserole she’d made for them.
A few months later, when she had decided the time was right, Fanny had proposed. They had been having dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Rosslyn. “Harold” she’d said “don’t you think it’s about time you and I got married?” His response was delayed by a sudden trip to the men’s room where he had experienced an intense gastrointestinal response to her question. He swore later it was the food, not the marriage proposal.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Arlo pushing an empty bowl across the kitchen floor. “Sorry, boy. You must be starving. Three cans for you tonight. Will that make it up to you?”
As he sat at the kitchen counter watching Arlo wolf down three cans of Gourmet Science Diet he was suddenly overcome with fatigue and exhaustion. He turned off the lights and went up to the bedroom where he stretched out, still fully dressed, on top of the comforter. He fell asleep immediately.
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Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on February 8, 2008 AuthorMy Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterFalls Church, VAAboutMy first novel was inspired by my own childhood on Pungo Creek in rural North Carolina where I grew up in a house shared by three generations. It seems it took a lifetime to write but it was actually.. more..Writing
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