This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
5 March 2019
Continued from… Lost in love
They woke up roundabout nine the next morning, and Annie got up to make them coffee. She came back with two steaming cups and sat down on the side of the bed.
“Call Fran and tell her I’m still alive,” Fred said while sipping his coffee.
Annie froze. This was the first time he mentioned his wife when he was with her.
It was like a cold shower: reality returned.
Fred saw the doubt in her eyes, but he was confident that it wouldn’t last for long.
“I can’t phone her. By now she must be very angry with me,” Annie stalled.
“She’s not angry. She knows the situation and knows about everything you and I did up to now. Still, it wasn’t part of the plan to sleep here tonight. She knows where I am, but I still want you to call her. Come on, you wanted to get to know Fran too, remember? Your letter?”
Even though she didn’t want to, Annie had to agree with Fred. Deep inside she hoped that he had forgotten about the letter. She surely wanted to forget about it, and just concentrate on a relationship with Fred. However, a trickle of curiosity deep inside flamed up again. She wanted to know more about the club for bisexual women. Her inward struggle was over quickly. Curiosity won. She dialed the number Fred recited.
“Fran speaking,” a friendly voice answered the phone.
“Hi, this is Annie. Uh… mm… Fred asked me to call you,” she carefully said.
“I am so glad you listened to him.”
Annie listened with surprise. The woman on the other side wasn’t angry with her at all. The uneasy feeling Annie had, disappeared. She was her spontaneous self again.
“Wow,” she sighed, “I am so glad that you’re not angry with me. Fred said that he would be home in a while. He stayed over, as you might have suspected. I hope you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind, but something is troubling me,” Fran said and immediately Annie was nervous again, “and that is you haven’t spent any time with me yet. All I have is your letter, but I want you.”
Annie blushed. Fran was brutally honest. Before she could find any words to talk, the woman on the other side continued.
“I want to invite you and your children to come to our plot this afternoon and to stay the night. We have more than enough beds for everyone. Once the kids are in bed, the three of us can have some fun.”
“Uh… I don’t know. Maybe it’s not such a good idea…” Annie started to say, but the other woman interrupted her. Eventually, all Annie could do was to react with a tame: “I will think about it,” before she disconnected.
Fred knew exactly what his wife had asked Annie. He did his bit to spur Annie on to join them, and by the time he left to go home, he had convinced her. Annie agreed to stay the night.
“Bye, my darling,” Fred said, as the car started to move forward. However, Fred stopped the car, looked pensive for a few moments and then said: “Think about this: if it clicks between Fran and you, you and your children are welcome to move in with us on the plot. It would be wonderful to see you every day, to have you live under my roof. And you won’t be my girlfriend when you live with us,” he said dreamily, “No, you will be my fiancee. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. See you later!”
Annie stared at the back of his car as he drove off. Perplexed. It took her a couple of minutes to gather he wits and to go back inside. Repeatedly she heard the words that he had spoken to her. Did he really ask her to move to the plot with her children?
“Oh, I am so glad to see you again,” was Fran’s warm words when she met the three visitors at the kitchen door. Even though they had talked with each other quite a lot at the party, Annie felt like she had a stranger in front of her. The woman talked so much that she didn’t notice that Annie was quiet. Annie was introduced to Fred and Fran’s two daughters, Melanie and Elaine. The four children immediately hit it off together. Sitting inside the house, each with a beverage, the two women talked and watched the children playing outside, while Fred took a nap.
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