The Coin (Part 2)


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She knew she didn’t love her boss.  She didn’t even know his real name. She already
knew the one she loved.  She loved
George, her childhood sweetheart.  It was
as simple as that. He was handsome, muscular, courteous, and charming.  He treated her like a princess. They had
grown up together, went to the same schools, and were expected some day to
marry and have children who would grow up in the same area and repeat the
cycle. Everything was so planned, so neat and tidy.

But
Vanna also knew George was only a mechanic and he would never change.  He liked being a mechanic and having dirty
fingernails.  “It’s honest work,”  he would say.
But she was not quite satisfied.  Doubts
were gathering, like storm clouds on the horizon, because George didn’t make
enough money.  How could she quit her
job?  How could he support a family on
what he made?  She could envision kids
racing around the house with patches on their clothes or wearing
hand-me-downs.  The family would live
paycheck to paycheck, never getting ahead, never having enough money to travel
the world or buy fancy things.  “Yes,”
she reasoned, “I love George, but love is not enough.  I want excitement and more life than he can
give me.”

That night when she and George made love,
she gave herself completely, knowing it might be their last time together.  George was thrilled she was so
passionate.  It was the perfect time to
show her his surprise, a wedding ring.  “Let’s go off tonight and get married,” he
whispered.  “We’ll have a great life
together.”

“Not yet, George,” she answered. “There’s no
hurry.  We’ve been together forever, it
seems.  Let’s keep something for our
dreams.”

The following day as she got ready for work
she turned on the weather channel.  “I
hope today’s weather will be unusual.  I’m
getting tired of every day being hot.”
To her surprise the weatherman was predicting isolated thunderstorms and
to be prepared just in case. She dismissed the warning when he said there was only
a 20% chance of rain.

Her work day started out the same. She
arrived at eight, went in and made coffee.  The kitchen was in total disorder. Beer cans and
glasses were everywhere.  Other rooms
were also in disarray. She sighed and began cleaning the Great Room and the
kitchen.  At least she had job security
since her boss had so many parties.

Vanna never used her boss’s name.  She had been told to always address him as
Sir”.  When the delivery service brought
a package she noticed that it was addressed to Sir Reginald William Duke
IV.  The name was regal and pompous,
leading her to imagine old money, distinguished heritage, and glorious titles.  Once she got past all the formalities she
decided she would call him Reggie.

Vanna
could picture her name being changed to sound like royalty.  And what if she was no longer a maid but she had
her own maid?  And what if she lived in a
large mansion or castle?  Her blood would
change from red to blue.  She giggled as
she imagined all this happening to Vanna, the daughter of the town drunk.  George could have been a good husband but he
could not have given her the quality of life she envisioned.  So goodbye love, hello money! It would all be
coming her way.

Later that day Reggie called her over to his
desk.  His coins were out and he held one
in the palm of his gloved hand.  “I’ve
been meaning to talk to you.  I’ve
planned an intimate get together tomorrow for a few of my friends.  You will be my special guest.” He rubbed the
coin and waited expectantly as if there was no choice.  “Of course, this will be after you get off
work.  It might go a bit long so don’t
have anybody waiting up for you.  Oh, and
don’t tell anyone.  I don’t want the
press popping in for pictures.”

Without hesitation her words tumbled out. “Of
course, Sir. I’d love to.” This was not her usual way of responding.  She liked digesting everything and sorting
things out before she said yes or no. This time she felt compelled to answer
immediately.

Later as she went about the house, she
thought about what he said. “Tomorrow, a few intimate friends, special guest,
after you get off work.”  Somehow it
seemed strange with her being a guest but expected to work anyway.  She was excited but cautious. What did it all
mean?   But like the weather forecast, Vanna dismissed
any reservations she had.

Since there was no mention of how she should
dress for this intimate get together, she put her best dress in a small
suitcase along with a few essentials.  (To
be continued)

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7 thoughts on “The Coin (Part 2)

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    1. I’m afraid she gets into an awful fix, more than she needs or wants but she does survive. If you’re afraid, read no further. She’s a glutton for punishment but she is a survivor. I didn’t spell everything out but I did give room for imaginations to search, pry, and gasp.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

      1. I am a constant reader (as Stephen King calls people like me), Dan. My comment was meant as praise as much as my assumption of what lurks around the corner may be frightening; it is luring me in.

      2. Just checking to see if I should post the story or just write for myself. Not many readers enjoy seeing life become hard or cruel. Since you’re following it I will continue as planned. Sorry to rile you up. If my story was as pretty as your trees there would be no probllem.

        May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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