Monday, November 28, 2011

Chapter 90: Something’s gotta give

“I cannot believe you did this,” Violet said, as she snapped Carmencita into her car seat and gave her one final kiss.

“I promised them a fun day and I thought they’d like the carnival. My kids did,” Victor said, as he put Peter into his car seat and buckled him securely in.

“I mean you buying this van,” Violet said, closing the door with a wave to all the kids.

“They don’t all fit into my other cars, so…”

“So, you had to buy this?” she said, incredulous. “They aren’t even your kids.”

“Shhh! They don’t know that!” he said.

She laughed. “You are a strange, funny man, Victor Romanoff.”

Monday, November 21, 2011

Chapter 89: For a good cause

“You’re all hungry, arencha?” Judy asked her boyfriends, as she picked up a tray of half burnt cookies. “You should buy some of this stuff.  It’s really yummy. All for a good cause, you know, my dad’s fire company. You don’t want your house to burn up, do you?”

The boys shook their head in earnest sycophant fashion and pulled their wallets out of back pockets.

“You should get some to bring home too,” Judy added, packaging some things for each of them.

Within a few minutes, every soggy fruit bar, crumbly cookie, crispy rice square and mediocre cupcake was either eaten on the spot or wrapped up and taken away. Judy waved them all off and shouted, “I’ll catch up with you guys soon.” 

Monday, November 14, 2011

Chapter 88: Tummy aches and sleepy toddlers

Violet tried to steady her heart, but soon gave it up as a bad job. What would be the use of it, after all? She spun around to see Victor holding Peter who looked sickly and very sad.  

“Victor,” she said staring at him hungrily. She had indeed missed him something dreadful, but before she could tell him that, her maternal instincts stepped in. “Peter, how do you feel, honey?”

“Not good,” he whined, laying his head on Victor’s shoulder.

“Oh, I have some medicine that should make you feel better.” Violet went to her purse and came back rummaging through it.

Peter shook his head and clung fiercely to Victor.

“Come on, Buddy,” Victor soothingly said. “If Violet says it’ll make you feel better, you should take it.”

“Pills are bad…make you die and go to heaven, like Mommy did,” Peter grumbled.

Victor and Violet exchanged horrified looks.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Chapter 87: Angels at the carnival

John Yearly was nothing short of a nuisance and he made Violet feel most uncomfortable. Too bad he was too dense to figure it out and Violet was too polite to tell him this. Granted, she had been so busy with a steady stream of people snatching away cookies and cupcakes by the dozen that she barely had a moment to think about the hideous man, but she couldn't turn around without him being right there. She could feel his eyes glued to her. He simply gave her the heebie-jeebies and it didn’t even matter that she was modestly dressed. She knew he was undressing her with his eyes, the creep!

Oh, what she’d give to be rid of him for more than a couple of hours! Her only conciliation, it was Sunday, the last day for the carnival and the last day to have John on her tail.