Darryl sauntered up the street toward the bus stop. He was in no hurry to get to his karate studio. He needed time to process the conversation he’d just had with Lydia. Why would she suddenly want to call off their marriage?
He didn’t understand.
He’d met Lydia only a few months after he emigrated from China. It was love at first sight; for him at least. He refrained from telling his family about their romance because she was a Chinese-American and he was uncertain of their response. When he finally did introduce them, they surprised him by falling in love with her as well. How could they not? She was beautiful, smart, and funny. Best of all, she understood him completely. They decided, after only a few short months of dating, to begin their engagement; agreeing that they would wait to marry until after she graduated from law school. That was two years ago. She’d since graduated and been hired by a very prestigious law firm in Manhattan and the
Pam held the small piece of paper that she scribbled the address for Darryl’s karate studio on as she made her way down the crowded street. It was a few weeks since she met him at the bus stop to ask about self-defense lessons and she was still as determined as ever to learn.Her body took its time to heal. Fiana proved herself to be a terrible nurse. Between her lover’s clumsy ministries and constant “I told you so’s” about what a terrible job she left the diner for and she should have just gone to Ida instead, Pam was surprised that she physically and mentally healed at all.She never liked to have Ida shoved at her by Fiana, but she was growing particularly weary of it at late. Although Ida was her mother and it was expected that they should have a bond, they were miles apart in their relationship. Ida thought Pam to be a frustrated and confused young lady who resisted any and all attempts she made to get close and Pam thought Ida
The adrenaline rush from her excited anticipation put an extra bounce into Pam’s step as she hopped off the bus and made her way through the crowded sidewalk toward Darryl’s martial arts studio. Today was the first day of her self-defense classes.Darryl insisted she give her body a few more weeks to heal before allowing her to start her training. She’d utilized that time studying the history of martial arts. She found it fascinating and appealing. No longer did she simply want to learn it for the sake of self-defense. She had a new found interest in an ancient and sacred art form.She reached the studio in record time and swung open the doorway with an energetic force that even she was surprised by. Stopping just inside the door, she took a moment to observe Darryl deep in conversation with a small group of men. It didn’t take long for one of them to notice her and point her out. Darryl quickly motioned for her to join them.As Pam close
Fiana flung the apartment door open, leaving Pam poised with her house key in hand. She gave Pam a haughty look and turned, walking back into the living room.“I know what you’re doing,” Fiana spat.The flame of the cigarette lighter towered over the end of the cigarette that balanced precariously in Fiana’s mouth before disappearing into nothingness when she snapped the lighter shut.Pam followed Fiana into the apartment and kicked the door closed. She poured herself a glass of Wild Turkey whisky from the open bottle on the coffee table. Savoring the burn of the liquid as it slid down her throat, she watched Fiana pace the room.“How’d you do today?” Pam asked.“I hate it when you ignore me!” Fiana roared. “Don’t fucking ignore me, bitch. I said I know what you’re doing, damn it.”“Christ. What now?” Pam reached out, when Fiana’s pacing bro
Pam felt better than ever. Her lessons not only provided her with strong, valuable moves for self-defense against muggers, but they instilled a new type of self confidence in her; something she had never known before.They reached the end of their lesson time and she was still filled with pent up energy. Thinking their lesson completed, Darryl’s guard was down just enough to allow her to take him by surprise with a sweep of her foot. He laughed as he struggled for balance. Reaching out for Pam as he fell back he caused her to tumble on top of him. Laughter filled the air as Pam rolled off and the two lay, side by side, on the studio floor.“You are getting good. I need to be careful,” Darryl chuckled.Pam rolled her head toward Darryl and looked him in the eye. She was suddenly aware of how close she was to him. Her body tingled from the nearness. She prayed he didn’t notice. She hopped up and straightened her shirt. “Ye
“Here it is,” Pam said as she freed herself from the arm lock she shared with Darryl and stumbled onto the first step of her brownstone apartment building.Darryl stepped back and on the sidewalk and craned his neck to look up. “What floor are you on?”“The third,” she replied as she sat down on the step with a thud. “Do you think we’ll make it?”“You mean, you. I better catch a cab,” Darryl said as she seated himself, a little more gracefully, next to Pam.“Oh, come on up,” Pam begged. “You can get a little coffee down you and meet your net friend, Fiana. I’m sure she’s still up.”Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she hiccupped and blushed.Darryl seemed not to notice Pam’s hiccup, or distress over it, as he looked past her toward the building’s entry door.“Does she have dark, scary hair?” he asked
Pam entered her apartment to find Fiana sitting in her favorite easy chair smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of whisky. Pam sat down in the chair opposite her and stared. Fiana continued to smoke and drink, seemingly oblivious to Pam’s presence.“We need to talk.” Pam said when she finally broke the silence.Fiana took a long slow drag from her cigarette before looking directly at her and saying, “So, talk.”Pam cleared her throat and reached nervously for a cigarette. This was going to be more difficult than she originally thought. She lit her cigarette and got up to pour herself a drink. Tossing the burning liquid down her throat, she squared her shoulders and, still holding the bottle, turned to Fiana and offered her more. If Fiana was aware of the offer, she made no sign of it.“Yes? No?” Pam said as she jiggled the whiskey bottle in front of her lover.“Your mother’s been worried abo
Pam fumbled in the kitchen cabinet for a clean glass. The apartment was getting out of control. What had Fiana been doing the whole time she was gone? That was a silly question. She was drinking, of course. All Fiana seemed to be doing these days was drinking.She reminisced about the early days when she and Fiana met. Fiana rarely touched a drink back then. She was a freelance writer for some of the top papers and magazines on the country; running all over the world to get the greatest and best stories.Pam noticed a change when Fiana returned from her trip to South America. Something happened during her trip, but Fiana refused to talk about it; denying there was any difference in her.Pam drew a glass of water from the faucet and popped two aspirin as far back into her mouth as she could without choking. She hated taking pills. She always felt that they would stick in her throat. But, she needed something to ease the throbbing in her temples that started durin
Pam ignored the ashes that dangled precariously on the end of her cigarette while she sat sprawled on the sofa and swirled the ice in her whisky glass. She was brooding over the chain of events that recently occurred. The news on the local television station rattled in the recesses of her mind as the reporter gave a blow by blow account of a violent riot that occurred in the Bronx just that afternoon. When Fiana walked into the room it seemed almost surreal.“Pay backs are a bitch,” Pam mumbled.“Who’s doing what? Huh? Paying back for what? I’m missing something,” Fiana said. She stood and focused on the news, thinking Pam was referring to it.“I disappear, so you disappear,” Pam explained.“You knew where I was going,” Fiana reached for the crinkled pack of cigarettes that Pam tossed haphazardly onto the coffee table.“Not a clue,” Pam snarled.“Take y