Umber (21.22 — Leroy’s Story)
May 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
“I waited for you for forty-five minutes, Leroy, and all that time you were with that farm girl!” Florence’s voice sounded like artillery fire. She began to cry. I made a half-hearted attempt to calm her down, but, frankly, I just didn’t care that much. Much to Florence’s chagrin, Vera had me hypnotized, and I guess I couldn’t hide it.
Florence stopped crying and continued to shoot verbal projectiles in rapid succession at me. By the time we got to the corner, she had pulled out the big guns and was threatening to break our engagement. When she saw the relief on my face when I heard her say she would call off the wedding, she fired the final salvo by calling me some names that she no doubt would have to confess to Father Hoolihan later. She stormed down the street and out of my life.
Behind me, like the rustling of angels’ wings, I heard someone say, “She didn’t seem too happy.”