“Four months? That’s not very
long.”
“It was long
enough. More Chardonnay?”
“Yes please. This is lovely. I’ve never seen him get so obnoxious.”
“He’s right, you
know”, Sheila said to Persimmon. “It
does have something to do with this house.”
“He said it’s
haunted.”
“I don’t know if haunted
is the word. A few nights ago I had a
psychic over who gave the place a reading.
According to him, the apple tree in the back yard comes from Atlantis,
and that’s why there’ve been weird goings-on here.”
“You don’t honestly
believe this, do you?”
“I don’t know what
to believe. He gave some compelling
circumstantial evidence. You know that
most recent painting of the tree I showed you and Bill last week—the one with
all the symbolism—well, Ed, the psychic, without having seen the painting, described
the whole thing to a “t” while he was looking at the apple tree.”
“Brrr, that is
scary.”
“Yes, isn’t
it? Have another Triscuit with
Camembert, will you? There’s lots here.”
“So you saved the
good stuff for when Bill left?”
“He knows that when
I serve tea with digestives that he’d better make it a short visit. But thanks
for staying behind.”
“My pleasure. What was it like being married to him?”
“Like living in a
state of suspended unreality. He was
adamant about keeping our fantasy romance alive. It was really quite nauseating. And I did get pretty disgusted with myself
for playing along with him. Once the
drug of sexual euphoria started to wear of I was really finding him
mediocre. Stifling.”
“You know he
proposed to me last week? I told him I
needed time to think about it.”
“And?”
“I think I’m poised
to break up with him. Enough’s enough.”
“If that’s how you
feel.”
“Is it how you
felt?”
“Oh yes. It just took Bill rushing at me with a knife
to finally convince me that the marriage was finished.”
“I never heard
about that.”
“Didn’t you? Then he tried to gas himself to death in his
car.”
“What!”
“And then he was
certifiably mentally ill for several years.
Of course, he did snap out of it in time to dazzle and bewitch you.”
“Why didn’t you
tell me any of this sooner?”
“You seemed very
happy together. You’ve each had a rough
time in recent years. I didn’t want to spoil it for you. But since you’re as you say poised to break
up with him, then you’d might as well know.”
“What did you see
in him?”
“Well, his dramatic
good looks certainly didn’t hurt. He was
very charming. He really treated me like
a queen—much as I’ve seen him treat you.
And then I got all cozy and warm in this comfortable warm bath of the
romantic illusion I allowed him to generate around me.”
“He has a rare gift
for that.”
“Did you know that
he was once a gigolo?”
“No. I didn’t.
But it certainly figures.”
“Yes, it does,
doesn’t it? Would you like to
stay here tonight, Persimmon? Please, I
would be honoured. There is lots and lots of room.”
“I suppose I
could. I mean, I would like to. I really
don’t want to see Bill again tonight, and he probably will be trying to reach
me.” She had another sip of wine, then
peering over her glass said, “I really can’t believe that you want to sell this
place.”
“Well, I just might
change my mind. Shall we open another
bottle?”
“Oh yes, let’s.”
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