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Authors: Laura Watson
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She tossed the TV remote carelessly on the sofa and walked into the kitchen. She poured another glass of Lambrusco then turned on the radio. It was turning into another long night. She listened to music from the eighties on the local Norfolk radio station 95.9 The Tide until three a.m. before she felt tired enough to call it a night.
Leslie slammed her hand down on the snooze button. The small clock's digital readout glowed with a greenish white intensity. Six o'clock. Her head pounded as she sat up and swung her legs off the bed. She turned the alarm off and walked sleepily into the kitchen.
The coffee was strong and good this morning and she sipped it slowly, feeling the caffeine kick her senses awake. She finished her coffee and walked into the bathroom, petting her cat Bene on the head as she passed by. “There's my Bene boy,” she said softly, leaning over him and scratching his ears as he sat gazing up at her.
She popped the top off of the large bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet and swallowed three of the orange little pills. She had to be at work at The Journal by eight. Leslie hurriedly showered and then fed her cats. She threw the empty wine bottle into the trash and stepped outside to a crisp, spring morning, in Norfolk, Virginia.
Leslie sat at her desk and sipped on the coffee that she had picked up at the shop across the street from her office. Her head thudded dully from the red wine she'd drunk the night before. “What's the matter Leslie, her editor asked with a grin, “tie one on last night?” He stood, leaning against the frame of her office door with a knowing smile on his large pleasant face. “Ughhh,”
Leslie groaned, “I'll take that as a yes,” he laughed, sauntering into the small neatly kept room. “Bob, your aftershave smells like ass this morning,” Leslie remarked, almost gagging on the cloying smell in that confined space. “Oh, that ain't me honey, he shot back, it's your nose working over time on account of that booze you put away last night.” “Why don't you take off the rest of the day?” He asked, on a serious note. “There ain't a lot going on in here today anyway.”
“Thanks, Bob. I have some articles that I need to work on today or I would,” Leslie replied. “well, give me a shout if you change your mind.” Bob said as he sauntered back out of the room. “Yeah, sure thing,”
Leslie called after him. She opened her laptop and powered it on. The sounds of traffic and pedestrians on their way back and forth down the busy street in downtown Norfolk drifted through the open window.
Leslie sipped her coffee and began her day by typing out a revision of her last article.
By noon, she felt a little more like herself again and stopped by Bob's office. “Want some lunch?” she asked. Bob looked up from the stack of papers he had been busily making changes to. “You buying?” he asked. Leslie smiled and said “Of course, you dope, why do you think I stopped by? “Well then,” Bob said, quickly pushing his chair back from the large mahogany desk. “I'm in.”
The lunch time crowd at Starters, the local cafe a block south was just pouring in when they arrived. Let's get a seat over by the window, Bob said, steering her to the right as they walked through the restaurant. Leslie knew why he wanted a window seat. He didn't want any talk to start up about the two of them out together.
Norfolk was like any other large city. There were eyes everywhere, and the wagging tongues that went with them. Bob had been having trouble in his marriage, and the last thing he needed was to have somebody whispering to his wife that he and Leslie were hooking up. Now that is a preposterous idea. Bob thought wryly, Leslie was twenty years younger than he was and besides, Bob sincerely loved his wife. Leslie wasn't exactly his type either. She was an independent woman,
She tossed the TV remote carelessly on the sofa and walked into the kitchen. She poured another glass of Lambrusco then turned on the radio. It was turning into another long night. She listened to music from the eighties on the local Norfolk radio station 95.9 The Tide until three a.m. before she felt tired enough to call it a night.
Leslie slammed her hand down on the snooze button. The small clock's digital readout glowed with a greenish white intensity. Six o'clock. Her head pounded as she sat up and swung her legs off the bed. She turned the alarm off and walked sleepily into the kitchen.
The coffee was strong and good this morning and she sipped it slowly, feeling the caffeine kick her senses awake. She finished her coffee and walked into the bathroom, petting her cat Bene on the head as she passed by. “There's my Bene boy,” she said softly, leaning over him and scratching his ears as he sat gazing up at her.
She popped the top off of the large bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet and swallowed three of the orange little pills. She had to be at work at The Journal by eight. Leslie hurriedly showered and then fed her cats. She threw the empty wine bottle into the trash and stepped outside to a crisp, spring morning, in Norfolk, Virginia.
Leslie sat at her desk and sipped on the coffee that she had picked up at the shop across the street from her office. Her head thudded dully from the red wine she'd drunk the night before. “What's the matter Leslie, her editor asked with a grin, “tie one on last night?” He stood, leaning against the frame of her office door with a knowing smile on his large pleasant face. “Ughhh,”
Leslie groaned, “I'll take that as a yes,” he laughed, sauntering into the small neatly kept room. “Bob, your aftershave smells like ass this morning,” Leslie remarked, almost gagging on the cloying smell in that confined space. “Oh, that ain't me honey, he shot back, it's your nose working over time on account of that booze you put away last night.” “Why don't you take off the rest of the day?” He asked, on a serious note. “There ain't a lot going on in here today anyway.”
“Thanks, Bob. I have some articles that I need to work on today or I would,” Leslie replied. “well, give me a shout if you change your mind.” Bob said as he sauntered back out of the room. “Yeah, sure thing,”
Leslie called after him. She opened her laptop and powered it on. The sounds of traffic and pedestrians on their way back and forth down the busy street in downtown Norfolk drifted through the open window.
Leslie sipped her coffee and began her day by typing out a revision of her last article.
By noon, she felt a little more like herself again and stopped by Bob's office. “Want some lunch?” she asked. Bob looked up from the stack of papers he had been busily making changes to. “You buying?” he asked. Leslie smiled and said “Of course, you dope, why do you think I stopped by? “Well then,” Bob said, quickly pushing his chair back from the large mahogany desk. “I'm in.”
The lunch time crowd at Starters, the local cafe a block south was just pouring in when they arrived. Let's get a seat over by the window, Bob said, steering her to the right as they walked through the restaurant. Leslie knew why he wanted a window seat. He didn't want any talk to start up about the two of them out together.
Norfolk was like any other large city. There were eyes everywhere, and the wagging tongues that went with them. Bob had been having trouble in his marriage, and the last thing he needed was to have somebody whispering to his wife that he and Leslie were hooking up. Now that is a preposterous idea. Bob thought wryly, Leslie was twenty years younger than he was and besides, Bob sincerely loved his wife. Leslie wasn't exactly his type either. She was an independent woman,
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