“Oh...” Robert looked down, silent. “Well...we just had a small flirtation, Angela. It’s really nothing.”
The tears started to flow again.
“Stop lying to me. Just tell me the truth, Robert.”
“It was nothing—“
“Were the flowers for her?”
He didn’t answer.
“Were they? Answer me.” She lunged at him and grabbed his shoulders, in a nearly psychotic state. He had angered her for the last time. He had done this to her for the last time.
“Yes. Yes. They were. I can end it, Angela.”
“Just like that?” Angela backed off.
“She’s just a fling, Angela.”
“Oh so, she’s disposable. I see,” she said as she walked away. “I don’t feel sorry for me. I feel sorry for her,” she told him, truthfully.
Robert ran after her.
“I’m out of here,” she told him as she grabbed her luggage from the walk-in closet.
“But we’re getting married, Angela. We can have kids soon, like you wanted.”
“Oh, you want children now?”
“If you want them.”
“Oh please, the engagement is off,” she said, wondering how she would fit all her stuff in Krysta’s tiny three bedroom apartment.
The phone rang. Angela wondered if this would be another telemarketer as she answered.
“What’s this about you quitting on me. I knew you wouldn’t last.” It was Dot’s unmistakable voice.
“I lasted. I lasted eight weeks. That’s a record isn’t it?” Angela joked. “I got a great job,” she added.
“Why’d you go and get a job. Now we can’t read our stories.”
“Maybe we could do it on the weekends,” Angela suggested. “Maybe you could meet me at the library. Someone could drive you,” she was quick to add.
“Oh is this about Michael now?”
“Well...no—”
“I knew something was brewing with you two. He practically forbade me to see you.”
Angela was hit hard by Dot’s words. “He forbade you to see me?”
“Yes. Listen, you kids stop being fools. Leave this Robert Angela, and come and love my Michael.”
Angela was speechless.
“He wants you.” Angela had never heard Dot speak in such a serious tone. She was not joking around.
“It’s complicated, Dot.”
