Part 4 -
Why was
everyone hurrying her so, Anna questioned?
What was the big hurry in making a decision about her mother’s house and
all of the things in it?
The week she
was off work after the funeral, she went to the house often. It felt so strange to use a key to enter,
when her mother had always left the front door unlocked for her. She sat in the usual chair in the living room
where they’d had so many conversations, some of them rather heated. The smell of the house was also the smell of
her mother – a light flowery scent from a perfume that her mother had used for
years. The dining room looked ready to
host a small dinner for the two of them, or maybe once in a while a trio with Jeremy
also.
And why
hadn’t Jeremy told her that he wasn’t sure about their relationship? Why did he just continue on or had he? Was she just so preoccupied with her job and
the routines of her life that she hadn’t noticed him distancing himself? Increasingly, he had spent time at a gym
after work and also on the weekends. She
wasn’t a member; her exercise consisted of long walks instead at a nearby
park. He had stopped talking about
marriage for a long while. He seemed
bored sometimes and had his head buried in a newspaper or was watching TV,
especially sports. Sunday mornings were
always so strange. He left for the gym
and she felt like something more than his presence was missing. After all of those years of attending Mass on
Sundays, the void it left was still there but she wouldn’t go. She felt like everyone there knew she “lived”
with someone. All she needed was a red
letter for her coat.
Back in days
gone by like maybe the Victorian era, a woman 28 was already on the shelf.
An embarrassment to her family in many cases. Unwanted.
And Anna felt like that but she and Jeremy had never had a serious
discussion of their feelings for each other in years, but they exchanged a
robotic, “Love ‘ya,” at night before bed or in the morning before work
sometimes. She imagined one of those
amazing surprises where they would go to a 5-star restaurant and he’d drop down
on one knee in front of everyone, holding out a magnificent diamond engagement
ring. Things like that happened to the
women at work, one by one.
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