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for a pin cushion, Timothy motioned her closer. Cautiously
stepping forward, Victoria drew nearer to the ailing man she once
loved. He was paler than a ghost and even the blue veins under his
skin that once carried life giving blood to his body had faded in
color. His once strong voice was shaky and soft now, it was barely
audible.
    “Victoria, I
want to ask your forgiveness. What I did was wrong and both you and
my wife suffered in the end.” He paused to catch his fading
breath before struggling to continue, “I want you to promise me
something, never let what I have done to you stop you from being the
woman you are. You deserved better and so did Cherry and now that I
am dying, I’ve caused her more agony.”
    He began to cough
violently and pointed to the glass of water on the bedside table.
After sipping a tiny amount he flopped his head back on the pillow in
exhaustion. In a regretful tone he muttered, “the end for me is
near… I had no idea this hereditary disease had gotten me…
sickle cell disease is no joke but neither is life. I am sorry I hurt
you Victoria but I am happy we met. Taking risks like I did can have
a bittersweet ending, but I hope any decisions before you, are met
with vigor. You only live once Victoria… you only live once.”
    He fell silent and
after a few silent minutes Victoria realized he had fallen back to
sleep. As the nurses entered the room to do whatever they did, she
slipped through the door to find Cherry standing there watching the
nurses monitor the machines supplying this man she once hated and
loved with life. Patting Cherry’s shoulder she said, “Call
me… when it happens… Thank you for allowing me into
your private life and I am sorry for any agony I caused.”
Without waiting for a response Victoria turned from the faces of pain
and death and left the hospital.

Chapter 4
    Today was the final
grand rehearsal for DMC Theater Live but she was in no mood to work.
Seeing Tim yesterday made her wonder if she was indeed focusing on
business too much. She thought about Abby and her mother and Dawson
traversed across her mind as well.
    There was something
about him that bothered her - maybe it was his color, maybe it was
his wealth, maybe it was his status. In the end, Victoria concluded
it was all of them. Running her hand over her tiny blond afro, she
wondered what it would be like to be with him. She heard stories
about how old money treated black people and she didn’t want to
be a part of that. She honestly believed that Dawson would want to be
in command of her simply because he always got his way and this
disturbed her.
    Suddenly energized
to meet the day, Victoria bounded from the bed and headed for the
shower. She was full of life and she was going to live it. Dawson
would have to keep his controlling demeanor to himself - she would
not go out with him. That was her final decision and there would be
no more flirting either. She would not dance with the devil.
    *****
    Lying at home in a
master suite that would dwarf most houses on a regular street, Dawson
contemplated his life. There was something missing. It had been a
while since he felt so drawn to a woman and this one in particular
was proving difficult to conquer. Somewhere in his mind, he wondered
if race had any part in her hesitation. Yes, it would be a challenge,
but this wasn’t the 60’s and people were more accepting
of this kind of relationship. As the thought came to his mind he
thought of his father, though he had passed, Dawson knew he would
disapprove.
    After his father’s
passing, Dawson’s uncle Thomas took over the vacant paternal
role. Jaded and a bit rough around the edges Uncle Thomas wasn’t
always the most lovable character. He would be one to watch if this
thing bloomed into something beautiful and if Dawson had his way at
today’s final rehearsal, he would ensure the seed would be
planted.
    *****
    Abby was acting
funny. Work was being done, but a friend knew when her best