Marianne answered as the tears rolled down her cheeks once
again.
“Well, Marianne, there is just one thing you can do,” Katy
said. “When the week is over, you’ll go home, confront Jon and get everything
out in the open. You get his side of the story and go from there. He may break
your heart. You may split up. You may stay together. There is no use fretting
about it or ruining your health because of it. I know this sounds harsh, but it
is your only option. You cannot walk out on him after all these years without
at least hearing him out. Do the boys know anything, by the way?”
“No, I haven’t had the heart to tell them. I have been
trying to keep things as normal as possible so they don’t suspect a problem.
Jackson was home from school last weekend. And Jordan is so busy with football
and school and girls, he wouldn’t notice if anything were amiss anyway, I don’t
think.”
“Let’s not let this ruin our week. You need to put it out of
your mind, as much as you can anyway, and relax. Enjoy this time we have
together. Then, next week, you need to deal with the problem head on, once and
for all.” Angie gently patted Marianne’s hand as she spoke. “I shouldn’t have
spouted off like I did before. This has been hard enough for you as it is,
without me going off at the mouth like that. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,
Mari.”
“You didn’t say anything I haven’t thought a thousand times
over, Angie. And I agree. I need to enjoy this week. I have needed this break
for a while now and I am not going to let Jon ruin it for me too.”
“Now you’re talking. The ‘Fab Four’ are together again.
Let’s move on to important issues. Like, where are we going for dinner?” Lizzie
tried to lighten the mood.
And with that choice to make, the four of them all began
chattering at once, trying to decide whether to go out on the town or to order
in and have one of their good old-fashioned slumber parties like in the old
days. They unanimously voted on the latter and the party began.
CHAPTER 8
The girls decided to have pizza and ice cream sent up to
their room. After changing into their pajamas and putting their problems aside
for the night, they began the age-old ritual of reminiscing.
“Remember that slumber party we had at your house, Katy? We
must have been all of sweet sixteen at the time,” Lizzie asked as she popped a
chocolate into her mouth.
“Oh, how could I ever forget it? We snuck the boys in the
basement window and my dad caught us. I wasn’t allowed to see Bill for a month.
I thought I would die before that month was over.” Katy giggled like a
schoolgirl.
“And then there were all the sleepovers at Lizzie’s house,
our resident junk food junkie. We ate so much junk food when were there,” Angie
remembered.
“And you always knew what you were having for breakfast at
Lizzie’s house, fried bologna on toast. I have not touched bologna since then,
I don’t think.” Marianne remembered with a smile. She was actually beginning to
relax a little. She had not had another glass of wine since she had poured her
heart out to her friends earlier. Maybe this really is going to be a
good week, after all, she thought as she looked at each of her friends and
smiled.
“Ah, those were the days, weren’t they, carefree and fun?”
Katy said wistfully.
They all nodded in agreement. They spent the rest of the
night and into the morning hours remembering the days of their youth in an
Indiana small town, and of course, filling up on junk food. When they finally
gave it up and fell asleep at four a.m., each one of the girls had a smile on
her face.
When they awoke on Sunday morning, they all felt refreshed
and relaxed. After taking turns in the shower, they sat down to figure out what
they would do with the rest of the day. It was decided that they would go across
the street to the Galleria mall for a while. As they leisurely read the paper
and finished their coffee, they also
Mari Carr and Jayne Rylon