Monday, August 29, 2011

Chapter 77: Morris Kramer

“You stay here and I’ll be right back.” 

Victor ran to the truck and was back with a thick multicolored blanket, a large wicker picnic basket and a bottle of strawberry wine. It was deja vu all over again, Violet thought, a shaky feeling coming over her. 

Victor spread out the blanket, fixing the corners down just right and he placed the basket and the chilled bottle of wine in the center. Then he knelt down and extended his hand to her, a smile on his handsome face. Violet saw Victor do it all, and yet this image merged so well with the one in her mind’s eye, the one of Richard doing the same.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Chapter 76: Somerset Hill

“This is Somerset Hill,” Violet stated breathlessly. “Stop here. This is the spot. This is it!” 

Obediently, Victor pulled over to the side of the road. So intent in gazing at the field before them, Violet didn’t notice him coming  to her side and opening her door until he unbuckled her seat belt. She then broke out of her trance and smiled at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Victor,” she whispered.

“Uh…you’re welcome, but why are you thanking me?” he asked.

“I didn’t …I couldn’t come last year,” she said releasing him.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Chapter 75: Surprises and promises

“We’re going in that?” Violet said pointing to Victor’s pickup truck.

“Yes, we’ll need it where we’re going. Is that a problem?” he asked opening the door for her.

“Well, yeah, it’s huge! I’ll need a ladder to get in and a parachute to get back out,” she grumbled.

He burst out laughing. “You crack me up.” He put his hands around her waist and lifted her easily into the truck.

She gasped. “You’d think I only weighed two pounds,” she said, astonished.

“You don’t weigh much more than that,” he assured.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Chapter 74: Land for sale

Just as Victor pulled into Violet’s driveway, his cell phone rang. He frowned at the unfamiliar number before answering it.

“Victor Romanoff,” he said.

“You called about some land for sale?” a gruff voice sounded in his ear.

“Yes, I did. Is this Morris Kramer?”

“Who gave you this number?” he suspiciously said, ignoring the question.

“I truly couldn’t say,” Victor said, slightly taken aback. “I found your number on my desk. Someone who knows I’m interested in purchasing land must have dropped it off at my office.”

Monday, August 1, 2011

Chapter 73: The mysterious note

Victor came out of his bathroom rubbing a towel on his hair when he spotted it. He walked over to the nightstand and picked up the slightly crumbled piece of paper.

“What the heck?” he mumbled. “Hand for sole?”

“Land! Land for sale, you idiot!” Richard shouted at him.

“Hmm…land for sale… Krane…. Is that a five or a three?”

“A three. Can’t you read? And that says Kramer,” Richard said, totally annoyed.