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“Thank you. It was my grandparents. They died not too long ago, leaving it to me and Andrea. We decided we would never sell it, that way we’ll always have something to remember them by, though Andrea doesn’t want to live her. She still lives with our parents in Savannah and will eventually move out but not until she marries.” He sounds a little choked up about.
“You must miss your grandparents. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet them,” I say, touching his arm. He looks down at my hand on his arm and then back to my face.
“I do. This is your room,” he says, opening the door. It’s pretty. There is a floral bedspread on the bed and the walls are a blushy pink color. There is a nightstand on both sides of the bed, a dresser on the opposite wall and a TV mounted above it. There’s also a mid-century modern floral chair in the corner by the window.
“My room? Where’s your room?” I ask, thoroughly confused.
“Right next door. You have a private bathroom through that door there.”
“I see. Thank you,” I say, forcing myself not to cry. He definitely doesn’t want to be married to me.
“I'll leave you too it. Good night, Ada.”
“Goodnight,” I say, going into the bedroom and closing the door. As soon as I do, the tears I’ve been holding back fall.
Why doesn’t my husband want me and what does it say about me that I want him more now than I did before?
I strip down to my bra and panties and crawl into the bed and cry some more. This isn’t exactly how I thought tonight would go, but I am determined that tomorrow will be a better day. At least I think it will be until I hear the front door close.
It can’t be a good sign that my husband is leaving the house at almost ten o’clock on our wedding night. My mind can’t help but wonder where he’s going and if he’ll be gracing someone else’s bed tonight, which just brings on a fresh onslaught of tears.
Yes, tomorrow will be a better day, it has to be.
ChapterThree
Geeb
This would be so much better if my sister had stayed for the week. She could have broken the ice between us or been a lifeline, but she insisted she had to leave. I know she is keeping more from me, but right now I cannot be concerned about that. Right now I feel like a dick.
I have been standing at her bedroom door for the last twenty minutes listening to her cry. My hand has been poised to knock and make sure she is alright, but I feel like being here with me is the problem and in that case, me bothering her would not be the solution.
Instead, I check my watch and see it is time for our weekly meetup at the Saloon. I grab my keys and glance one more time up at the ceiling hoping she at least gets some sleep tonight now that I am leaving, and I walk out the door.
The five-minute walk to the Saloon is nice and quiet like it usually is. The weather right now in West Virginia is nice. The night air is crisp, and the wind is blowing. Something about the air here in this town smells fresh and untainted by city pollutants. It smells clean and pure.
Walking down the street I see the Gallo boys playing basketball in their backyard. They are two of only six teenagers in the town. Their parents are fourth generation residents here and began having kids late in life. The boys will be graduating high school next year and I suspect their parents will be retiring to Sunny Haven in Charleston like the rest of our seniors.
I can hear the TV playing and some guys inside shouting at it before I walk in. Per usual Lloyd and the guys are in the corner at the dart board. “What’s up fellas?” I sit next to Jasper who is looking at me like I am crazy.
“What the hell are you doing here Geeb?”
“What do you mean? We always meet at this time.” I know why they are asking but I am trying to play it off.
“You just got married. You should be home with your new bride.” Alton says, taking his turn at the board.
“Nah she’s good.” They all look at me skeptical, but I am trying not to talk about it.
“She is in a stranger's home for the second time in less than a month. Yeah okay she’s good.” Jasper says in his sarcastic tone. It pisses me off so much because I know he is right, but instead of going back home I explode.
“Look Jasper, she was in her room crying when I left.” I feel like shit as soon as it leaves my mouth.
“Her room? What the hell? You mean your room. Right?” Jude asks, lighting his cigar.
“No. I gave her a room of her own.”
“Well that is why she is crying.” Jasper sounds affronted like this is his life being fucked up. “These girls are different, Geeb. They grew up in a community where family, marriages and children were their destiny. They came looking for something different but also something the same.” Well hell when he put it like that.
“Yeah and don’t think we all didn’t notice the way you didn’t kiss her at the ceremony.”
