Chapter SevenA Chapter by Tabitha t“Mrs. Spilling,” “Amelia is asleep and it is late.” She explained quickly. Her sharp accent coupled with her quick speech made her hard to understand. Trisha’s mind was reeling and it took another elongated moment for “Of course Trisha looked at her and nodded. She began to turn away from the kitchen and head for the front door. Trisha let out a great sigh of relief. “Mr. Spilling is okay?” She said in broken English as she looked around Trisha to where James sat unmoving. Without thinking Trisha took a step to the right to partially block “Like I said “I make coffee.” She said in sure words. “Too much alcohol make my marido sleep too.” She explained. “Coffee always wake him up.” She said to Trisha as she walked into the kitchen area. “No!” Trisha shouted in a panic stricken voice. She felt the beads of sweat rolling off of her forehead and into her eyes. The salt filled droplets began to sting her eyes. “I mean,” Trisha said in a soft voice as she cleared her throat one more time. “It’s late “It was your day off and you came in anyway.” She explained, “Go home and sleep.” As if by some immigrant worker’s code of conduct they always knew when they should and should not argue with their employer. Without another word she briskly nodded her head and turned on her heels to walk out of the kitchen. Trisha stood frozen from her place in the kitchen until she heard the front door softly click closed from the foyer. Letting out a shaky breath Trisha turned back around to look at James. As thunder rolled outside a flash of lightning light up the room. The bright light silhouetting James slouched in his chair before her. He wasn’t a large man but he easily out weighed her by sixty pounds or more. Moving his dead weight was going to be a monumental task. With a determined look on her face she quickly walked over to James. As she stood over him she mentally wished that she had thought about how in the hell she was going to move his weight before she had come this far. Experimentally she grabbed a hold of the back of his chair and with both hands pulled in out from the edge of the table. His weight shifted enough for her to be able to accomplish the task rather easily. With slightly higher hopes she began to pivot the chair to enable her to get him off of the chair. With a grinding sound of wood on tile front legs caught on the floor and the chair dipped forwards. Before Trisha had time to react James careened forwards and off of his chair. With a loud thump his body collided with the floor. For a moment Trisha stood frozen still holding onto the back of the chair staring down at James. His face was down and hidden from her view his arms splayed out behind him. He landed on his knees and the combination left him comically laid onto the floor on his stomach with his backside sticking out in the air like a child waiting to get his bottom powdered. As the Panic rose in her she clasped her hands over her mouth. Laughter forced its way up her throat. If her consciousness had tried to save her soul by killing James peacefully she had now damned herself to a fiery grave for laughing at the body of her deceased husband. Choking back her giggles she stumbled in front of James to grab a hold of his shoulders. Another crack of lightning lit up the room. She leaned back on her heels and forced every ounce of her body weight into pulling him backwards. For a few moments his body did not move. She felt like she would rip him in half before he finally became unstuck from the tile and momentum helped her propel James towards the patio door that led to the backyard. After about ten minutes of pulling, grunting, tugging and with sweat dripping down her shoulder blades Trisha finally managed to get to the patio door. She stood up and felt her back creak from having to bend over for so long. With a heaving breath she swung open the door to outside. A cool breeze swept its way into the room and the sound of rain drops swam around her. As she inhaled deeply to try and catch her breath she smelled the sweet scent of summer grass and night air. Tasting the cool night air revived her enough to continue. With one last huff she grabbed James under the arm pits and dragged him over the threshold. © 2012 Tabitha tReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 28, 2012 Last Updated on July 28, 2012 AuthorTabitha tPigeon Forge, TNAboutI am 21. I am in a commited lesbian relationship. I am a novelist. still struggling. (obviously) The novel I am working on completing right now is totally consuming my tie and I love every minute .. more..Writing
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