Farewell to Regret, Part II  

rm_titsandtires 51M/41F
2973 posts
4/17/2006 12:26 am

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5/3/2006 11:05 pm

Farewell to Regret, Part II

On Gina's tenth birthday, she wore a red dress with white trim. It had three buttons at the top in front that she pretended to be rubies. The wide scalloped collar laid out over her shoulders like a blanket of snow on a cottage roof. The lacey bands on the ends of the sleeves made the shoulders blouse out into a puffy target for her cheek to brush against. She loved the way the fabric felt on her skin. She remembers the dress so distinctly. Her mother called it the princess dress.
Her mother told her that she couldn't go into the back yard until after her father was done with her birthday present. She just knew her father was putting up a new tire swing for her in the branches of the old black walnut tree. She just knew it. She wanted one so badly. She used to swing back there for hours and hours on the old one. The worst wind storm to hit the area in forty years took out that half of the tree the previous spring.
"Is my pumpkin ready for her birthday present?" her father asked. He just walked into the living room from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his shirt tail. He crouched down to see the smile develop across her face framed in curls. Gi-Gi nodded as she swiftly moved towards the back door, followed by her parents, and her Aunt Dot and Uncle Phil, who came that Saturday to celebrate in the festivities. As she approached the doorway leading to the large screened in back porch, she could see the large rope hung over the branch of the stately looking tree. She rushed to the first step, and carefully jumped to the landing beyond the final riser, with the adults stopping and taking their vantage point near the railing. She looked out to see a large tractor tire with balding tread tied tightly to a large rope with a girth as big as her tiny forearm swinging freely in the partially shaded yard. She started running towards it, but within a few steps, stopped, and realized that this was not her "big" birthday present after all. For fifteen feet beyond the massive vulcanized pendulum, was a golden retriever puppy, wearing a large bow around his neck that matched her princess dress. His nose to the ground, exploring his new enviroment, he saw his new best friend in her brilliant red raiment and wagged his tail with delight, making it hard for the onlooking adults to determine which one of the two was more excited.


"Are you sure I'm not imposing Mr Helton?" asked Gina.

"Please, call me Ron." He said, smiling. "You don't impose in Hurricane. You simply visit!"

"I just don't want to put you..."

"Don't worry, Ms. Gina." he said, interupting her protest to his hospitality. He stopped on the walkway as they neared the covered front porch of his quaint little home. He turned to her in a rather punctual manner, and said "I understand how one would feel like they are imposing under these circumstances. So let's just pretend..." he cocked his head to the side and distorted his lower lip, as if to give the false front of deep thought "that you're visiting a good friend. And it happens to be for the first time."

"Okay." she said, giving in to the assertive invitation.

The crossword book was neatly placed on the porch's glass top patio table near the front living room window. There were two hanging planters at the top of the steps, one on each side, and one more in each far corner. Each one boasting a blooming bougainvilla, rich in color like wet paint. As she topped the steps, a large terra cotta bird bath could now be seen in the side yard. Two birds were splashing water over their backs when she thought to herself, "that must feel good."

Ron picked up on her envious gaze in the birds' direction. "Ms. Gina," he paused, now in genuine thought. "I've been thinking for the last several minutes how to ask you this without sounding offensive."

Gina sensed what was coming next, realizing her gaze was more than mere observation.

"Ms. Gina," he said, hesitantly, "let me just expand on my invitation for breakfast and coffee to please feel free to use whatever facilities you need to use?" he said slowly, hoping she would pick up on his subtle connotation,.

Gina, somewhat embarassed of her appearance, and horrofied at the thought of what she might smell like, tucked her chin towards her chest, and looked at her new friend with humble eyes as she asked "Would it be okay for me to take a shower after some breakfast?"

"Of course it would." he responded. "I hope you like maple flavored bacon"


She named her Mollie. "Not Molly, dad, M-O-L-L-I-E!" she exclaimed to her father, as she painted the name on the doghouse. The doghouse was what her father intended her to see first that day. He had already planned on putting up the tire swing. He was just waiting on his brother Phil to bring him a tire so he wouldn't have to pay for one.
Gina smothered Mollie with attention. As much so on the fourth month as on the first day. And Mollie didn't mind it a bit. Mollie was a good dog by anyone's standards. She was always well behaved. She loved attention, but didn't demand it. She didn't bark alot, but she difinitely let you know if something wasn't right. If there was a racoon within a quarter mile, Mollie was looking it's direction in hopes of it coming her way.
But one thing was for certain. It didn't take long for one to figure out that Mollie loved Gina as much as Gina loved Mollie.


to be continued


saddletrampsk 54F

4/17/2006 11:55 am

I am with biggirlz..I am getting sucked into the story big time..


frbnkslady 48F
6183 posts
4/17/2006 1:37 pm

Wow....am waiting for more... T

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MamChelle 48F  
1443 posts
4/17/2006 1:44 pm

Still loving it bro!! Thanks for the treat! c


MOfunNOWWOW 55F

4/17/2006 2:52 pm

A writer huh!


MOMO
just a squirrel trying to get a nut


kyplowboy22 61M

4/19/2006 10:12 am

OK, I'm along for the ride now. lol Where're we going? Be right here waitin'. Later

kpb

PS:Been kinda workin' a story over in my mind about my old dog. Maybe I'll get to it someday, never can tell.


angelofmercy5 59F
17881 posts
4/19/2006 1:15 pm

This story is great! I'm with the rest and I hope you don't get writer's block on this one!


rm_DaphneR 58F
7938 posts
4/20/2006 11:35 am

Um...a week between chapters is not acceptable.

Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.


wickedeasy 67F  
26790 posts
4/21/2006 9:07 am

difficult for many to develop the opposing gender voice - kudos on not just doing it well but with such depth.

eager to hear more

easy

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


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