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BLOG ON! *** Chapter 23
BLOG ON! *** Chapter 23
It was 12: 05 pm when Karen Kitrane walked through the main entrance to the Sheraton Atlanta Hotel on Courtland Street in downtown Atlanta. It had been a busy morning. She had left Augusta at 8:10 am, arriving in Atlanta two hours later. After some visits to two of her craft shop suppliers, Karen was ready to begin a relaxing weekend with her friend, Steve Strong. Steve had driven up from Albany earlier that morning.
"Hi Karen!" Steve waved and shouted out from the other end of the lobby as he moved quickly toward her.
Steve was dressed casually ... a dark forest green Polo knit golf shirt, a pair of kakki dress slacks and burgundy loafers. He was tanned and cleanly shaven. He was neatly groomed with a healthy sheen in his dark brown hair. At 6'2", Steve looked slim and trim. He was an avid golfer, and he looked every bit the part.
"Hi Steve! It's been a long time!" Karen replied as Steve approached to within ten feet of her.
They moved toward each other quickly and embraced. Steve's arms enveloped Karen completely as they hugged each other in the lobby. Karen, about 6" shorter than Steve, stood on her tip toes to kiss Steve. She needed to be held. She needed to be kissed. She now found herself in an unhappy marriage.
Karen, a brunette, was also dressed casually. She wore light creamy-yellow slacks, a lime-green blouse and medium-green jacket. Her creamy-yellow pumps matched her slacks perfectly. She accessorized with a gold necklace and earrings. On her right ring finger. she wore a gold ring with a cluster of small diamonds. And on her left ring finger, she wore her wedding and engagement rings.
"How was your trip into Atlanta, hon?" Steve inquired. They had talked on their cellphones just as Karen had left Augusta, but had not talked since.
"It was great, Steve! It's a lovely day out! I just love springtime! My flowers are starting to come up back home!" Karen replied in her bubbly voice.
"Last night wasn't so good though!" Karen's smile left her face.
"Oh, why is that?" Steve responded.
"I'm sorry, Steve! I didn't really wanna talk about that this weekend. I'm afraid it just slipped out!" Karen was a bit embarrassed that she had opened up the subject of her marriage. Steve knew her marriage situation was not good. But Karen had promised herself that she wouldn't think about that on this weekend.
"Wanna get a bite of lunch and talk about it?" Steve asked.
"Yah, that would be nice, Steve!" Karen regained her happy mood.
"Tell ya' what, Karen! There's a nice little cafe around the corner. Let's take a little walk!" Steve suggested.
As they walked down the expansive walkway in front of the Sheraton, Karen began again.
"Steve, lemme just get this out, and then I won't say anymore all weekend! I promise!" Karen entreated him in a serious tone of voice.
"Sure, sweetie! What's bothering you?" Steve was very sensitive as well as a good listener. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.
"Luke and I got into it again last night. Bobby had soccer practice yesterday evening, and once again, his father didn't show up. I got the kids some dinner at around 7 pm. Still no Luke! No call, nothing!" Karen angrily lamented.
"Then, at 8:30 pm, he finally comes walkin' in the door with a shit-eatin' grin on his face!" She went on.
"Drinkin' again, Karen?" Steve asked anticipating the answer.
"Yep, you guessed it!" Karen replied wiping a tear from her eye.
"I'm sorry, baby!" Steve knew this really hurt Karen. She really wanted to save her marriage.
"Well, anyway, that led to a big fight between us! I guess I got a little mouthy, and then Luke left again. He finally came back at midnight and slept on the couch in the den after making a big mess in the kitchen." Karen unloaded the whole story.
"I'm so sorry, hon! I really am!" Steve empathized with Karen. He really had come to care about her and just wanted to see her happy.
"Well, here we are! Murphy's Irish Cafe! This is a great place, Karen. I know you'll like it!" Steve wanted to change the subject for now.
He opened the door for Karen and followed her inside. The wonderful aromas emanating from the kitchen hit them in the face as soon as they entered.
"I recommend the corned beef cabbage, the Irish stew and Reuben sandwiches. But they have other things as well!" Steve ate at this cafe as often as he could when he visited Atlanta.
"A table for two, sir?" The hostess inquired. "Smoking or Non-smoking?"
"Non-smoking please, and we'd like to be off in a secluded corner if you still have a corner table available." Steve leaned down and talked softly into the ear of the hostess.
"We certainly do! Right this way!" Their little hostess appeared to be a college student. She was very cordial and professional.
"I like the ambiance in this little cafe too!" Steve remarked as they took their seats at a table in a secluded corner.
"Now, hon, tell me all about last night. I know you need to get it off your chest!" Steve opened the discussion and made Karen feel comfortable about being able to talk to him as a close friend.
For the next two hours, Steve and Karen sat there in Murphy's Irish Cafe just around the corner from the Sheraton. They shared a great lunch with each. And they openly and freely shared their lives too. The good and the bad.
Disclaimer: Any similarities between the fictional characters, businesses and locations appearing in this story and actual real people, businesses and locations is purely coincidental and are not purposely intended by the author.
Copyright © May, 2006 by TTigerAtty
non illigitimae carborundum
5/3/2006 10:31 am
Another interesting tale |
5/3/2006 11:02 am
Another interesting tale
5/3/2006 5:32 pm
Where is the truck driver hero in this nefarious plot of yours? |
5/3/2006 7:29 pm
Where is the truck driver hero in this nefarious plot of yours?
5/17/2006 6:12 am
Another great chapter!|
5/17/2006 9:12 am
Another great chapter!