Kathleen Ball Blog
|Posted on November 5, 2013 at 12:40 AM|
Brand new Tuesday Tale!!
Panic filled Anora as her husband’s big hands shoved her out the door. A backpack flew past her head and landed on the sidewalk. The door abruptly slammed and the clicking of the lock echoed.
Her shoulders slumped as she tried to wrap her mind around the last few minutes. She made a fist around the wad of money he’d pressed in her hands. What the heck? Maybe she could go to the police, changing the locks was illegal. Sighing, she shook her head, it wouldn’t do any good. The last thing she needed was another confrontation with Andy.
Her hands shook as she zipped her jacket against the cold. Thank God, she had it on. What had he packed in the backpack? Hopefully it was something that was useful but knowing Andy it wouldn’t be. How she’d wished for this moment, well not this moment but she wished to be free of him, though her plans had included getting her share of all assets.
She grabbed the backpack, shrugged it on and stuffed the money into her pocket. It wasn’t worth counting they never had much money. Snowflakes started to fall and she smiled. It didn’t snow much in Texas and certainly not before Thanksgiving. Hopefully there’d be someone around on this cold Tuesday night. There probably wasn’t even enough money for a hotel room. There was one cheap motel near the end of town she could walk to.
Cindy’s Diner beckoned to her and she went in. The light were warm, it was a homey place with plenty of table and chairs. None of the chairs matched and it always made her smile. Just as she predicted no one else was around.
“Can I get you some coffee, Anora?”
Anora smiled at the motherly owner and nodded. “It’s a cold one tonight.”
Cindy poured the coffee into the brown mug already placed on the counter. Her hair hung down her back in a thick white braid. Her face appeared too young for white hair. “I never see you out this late.”
“You’re right about that. Andy wants me home or he did…”
Cindy put her warm hand over Anora’s. “What happened? You have tragedy written all over your face.”
Anora took a sip of her coffee trying to figure out what to say. Everyone thought they’d had the perfect marriage and she didn’t dare put Andy in a bad light. “A difference in opinion is all. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She held her breath staring at Cindy, hoping she believed her.
“Oh Lord, you don’t have to sugarcoat it, honey. We all know that your husband is a brute. What I mean to say is that I understand. If you left him you didn’t go very far.”
Anora blinked back tears. “No, he threw me out.” Her face grew hot and her voice quavered. “It was so sudden…”
“You’ll be just fine, Anora. Do you have a place to stay?”
Cindy’s well-meaning questions were too much and tears trailed down her face. Anora grabbed a paper napkin and wiped her eyes. “No.” She pulled her money out of her pocket and quickly counted it, only Thirty-five lousy bucks. That scum. “I haven’t had time to think. How late are you open tonight?”
“I’m not going to kick you out if that’s what you mean. Let me make a phone call. I know of someone that needs help on their ranch.”
Anora clasped her hands together, there really wasn’t much choice. “If you know them, I’d be grateful.”