Disclaimer: Characters and situations are all
from my imagination.
Warnings: Sex and love between
women
Feedback: Constructive criticism and feedback,
both welcomed at geonncannon@gmail.com
Running To
by Geonn
http://www.geonncannon.com
Copyright © 2010 Geonn Cannon
Patricia hesitated at the stop sign, resting her hand on top of
the steering wheel as she looked toward the house. There was a
light drizzle and the fog captured the ambient glow of the
streetlights to make the night look brighter than it really was.
She exhaled and finally turned the corner, pulling into the
driveway next to Jill's car. She gathered her things and went
around the back of the house to enter through the back
door.
She saw Jill through the dining room and the kitchen, standing
with her back turned in the old mud room. Patricia abandoned her
satchel and coat in the dining room and finger-brushed her hair as
she crossed the room. "Hey, bunny."
Jill glanced over her shoulder. "Hey. Why are you sneaking
in?"
"The garage door was having problems this morning." She put her
hands on Jill's hips and kissed the back of her head. Jill reached
up and touched the side of Patricia's face before they pulled
apart. "I was going to take a look at it tonight, but I think I'm
whipped."
Jill folded another T-shirt and added it to the stack on top of
the dryer. She was wearing a light blue blouse unbuttoned over a
tank top and a pair of baggy jeans. Patricia knew that the outfit
meant all her good clothes were in the laundry, but she adored the
look.
Jill said, "I'll have Mr. Tony take a look at
it."
"I hate to bother him. Are you sure he doesn't
mind?"
"He's retired," Jill said, "and bored. Every morning when I
leave for work, I see him standing on his front porch scanning the
neighbors' houses for odd jobs he can do."
Patricia shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter,
watching Jill work. A year ago they had installed a washer and
dryer in the mud room. Now Patricia could smell the fabric softener
whenever she left for work, and the scent always reminded her of
how she and Jill had met. "Give me two seconds and you can
borrow my umbrella." She almost hadn't said anything. She had
almost just shaken her head and kept doing her own
laundry.
Something in her chest twinged at the idea. "Doing laundry in
the rain. Kind of familiar."
Jill chuckled. "Best load of laundry I've ever done in my
life."
Patricia's heart soared, but there was still a touch of guilt at
Jill's words. She bowed her head, looking down at her shoes. "How
was your day?"
"I got a rude awakening. You know how old kids in my class are,
right?"
Patricia furrowed her brow. "Yeah, ten or eleven. That's how old
Michael was when he was in your class."
Jill nodded. "So today I was talking to them about twist
endings, and the subject of The Sixth Sense came
up."
"Great twist."
"The best, right?" Jill said. "Anyway, I mentioned how everyone
in the theater was so shocked when the big reveal happened, and how
a lot of people saw it twice just to pick up all the clues. I was
trying to keep from saying it so I wouldn't spoil
them."
As Jill spoke, she continued folding. Patricia watched her,
listened to the sound of her voice, and remembered why they'd ended
up together. She smiled as Jill continued.
"Finally, Nate raises his hand and says, 'Miss Hood-Colby, we
know the end of that movie.' All the kids knew, because
they hadn't even been born when it came out. And the end of the
movie has been given away by everyone under the sun; it's like the
Dallas shower scene. Everyone just knows it. And
then I realized, that movie came out in 1999. Half the kids in my
class were born in this millennium."
Patricia's eyes widened. "Wow. Time flies."
"Yeah. Next year I'll be spending my day with thirty-one kids
who weren't alive during the nineties. It makes me feel
old."
Patricia smiled. "You're not old, sweetheart."
"You're just saying that because you're older than
me."
Patricia laughed. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned
back against the counter. She was just delaying what she really had
to say. "Where's Michael?"
"In his room. That friend of his, Kenny, got a new video game
and they're being hypnotized by it. I said he could stay for
dinner."
"Okay." Finally she said, "I, um. Had a visitor today at
work."
Jill finished folding the clothes from the dryer and started to
transfer clothes from the washer. In the tangle, Patricia saw the
long-sleeved green blouse of Jill's that she adored.
"Oh?" Jill said once the silence became too long. "Anyone I
know?"
"Alicia Welch."
Jill tilted her head to the side in thought. "I don't think I
know her."
The moment Patricia had been dreading had finally arrived. She
licked her lips and braced herself against the counter. "You don't,
not really. You know her by reputation."
"Is she famous?"
"In this house," Patricia said. She cleared her throat. "She's
the woman I had the affair with. When I was married to
Nick."
Jill stopped her laundry, resting one hand on the washing
machine. Her back was still turned to Patricia, her hair obscuring
even a hint of her expression.
"She was in town on business and she was having breakfast in
some restaurant. Someone left a newspaper, and she saw my name in a
story. So she just stopped by to congratulate me on becoming deputy
mayor and offered to take me out for a celebratory
dinner."
"Uh-huh," Jill said.
"I told her no. I mean, naturally." She chewed her bottom lip
and looked down at Jill's feet. She was wearing socks, the heels
slightly dirty from walking across the carpet.
Jill finally turned around, and her expression was neutral. "Why
are you telling me this?"
"We're married. And the last time I had a marriage fall apart,
it's because of this woman. I thought I should tell you that she
came back."
Jill came out of the laundry room and put her hands on
Patricia's shoulders. She smelled like lavender laundry soap.
"I'm sorry," Jill said.
Patricia frowned. "What did you do?"
"I freaked out. When you told me that your marriage ended
because of an affair, I got scared. Mainly because I thought that
eventually you would realize you could do better than me. I was
dreading the day I found out that I was just a stepping stone for
you."
"Jill--"
"Let me finish, please," Jill said quietly. She touched
Patricia's cheek. "So I freaked out when you told me you'd had an
affair. But that wasn't fair. You were unhappy and unfulfilled, and
you needed something you weren't getting from your husband. If you
had slept with Alyssa--"
"Alicia."
"Whatever. If you had the affair out of love, you would have
stayed with her. And if you were still unfulfilled in your
relationship, you wouldn't just all of a sudden start having an
affair just because she came back. But here you are, standing here
like you're in a confessional, because someone you used to know
came by to say hello." She curled a strand of Patricia's hair
around her finger. "You're not a cheater, and I am so sorry that I
made you feel like one."
Patricia leaned in and kissed Jill. "I love you,
bunny."
"I love you, too, Trish. I should have said those things a long
time ago. I'm sorry if you felt I was still a ticking time
bomb."
"No. It's just that when I saw Alicia, I got thrown back to that
woman I was for a while. Sleeping around on my husband and jumping
from one bed to--"
Jill winced and shook her head.
"Sorry." She kissed Jill's cheek. "I didn't like that woman, or
being reminded that I was once her."
"She's dead to us," Jill said.
Patricia smiled. "Yeah."
Jill stepped back and said, "I'm almost done with the laundry.
Can you check dinner? It's in the oven, should be ready in about
twenty minutes."
"Sure," Patricia said. She found an oven mitt and hesitated in
the middle of the kitchen. She could smell dinner cooking, Jill's
famous casserole. She heard Jill cleaning out the dryer's lint trap
and setting the machine. From the other side of the house, she
could hear Michael and Kenny destroying something in their video
game and cheering their success. Jill was wrong; she hadn't been
running away when she had an affair. She'd been running toward
something without recognizing what the destination would look like.
Now she knew.
Jill turned off the laundry room light and came out with the
finished load, folded nearly and sitting in the empty hamper. She
passed behind Patricia and said, "How do things
look?"
Patricia smiled at Jill. "Things look perfect."
"I meant dinner," Jill said, looking over her
shoulder.
"I didn't."
Jill smiled, winked, and took the laundry upstairs as Patricia
finally checked the casserole.
end