Her Thirties Part 109 Dining With the Devil
—Chaucer
Marilyn was resting safe in hospital recovering from our ordeal and I was dealing with the guilt of having failed her.
Abe did his best to reassure me, but I felt more Homer Simpson than Samson, especially the part about having to be rescued by a straw weight femme fatale who looked more like a fashion model than Lara Croft.
About the only thing I had going for me was my devotion to Marilyn, but even that was called into question when I was so caught up in Cindy’s charms I forgot all about Marilyn lying unconscious on a narrow ledge 300 feet above a rocky beach.
Yeah, I was no hero—hell, I wasn’t even an anti-hero.
Truth is, if I were anything, I’d have to say I was a wus.
Now I was going to have to deal with Cindy who was walking toward me with a sunny smile on her face.
Last time I saw her, I was reduced to tears and hugging Abe. I saw the smirk on her face. I know she thought I was a loser.
I guess she couldn’t resist dropping by to tease me. And I had it coming after I choked when Marilyn needed me most.
“Hey Prof,” she called out, “I was just heading to the coffee shop for breakfast—I figure you owe me.”
I stood and smiled ruefully, “Yeah, I guess I do.”
She looped her arms through mine and pulled me along in the direction of Tim Hortons.
A number of men’s heads turned and a few actually gave me a thumbs up—the male stamp of approval.
Cindy was a Siren all right.
“It’s more like brunch than breakfast,” she chirped, “but you can buy me a breakfast muffin with egg, bacon and cheese, a large coffee with double cream and two honey crullers.”
I had to laugh. “Good thing you weren’t starving.”
“Hey,” she pouted in a hurt tone, “I didn’t take sugar in my coffee—but then, I have you beside me.”
I felt a sudden wave of heat rise up within me. She made me feel desirable—even attractive, when I felt like a dog walking beside her. Yeah, she was a Siren for sure, no doubt about that.
I let her choose a table and went to the cash to order. I suddenly felt hungry. I ordered what she did—minus the doughnuts, and even left the sugar out of my coffee.
When I walked back with the tray, she was staring out the window with an abstracted gaze, absent-mindedly twirling a strand of hair with her fingers.
I don’t know why but the gesture made me melt inside as if I truly cared for her, and maybe somewhere deep inside or someplace way back in the past, I truly did.
”Brunch is served,” I smiled cheerily.
She gazed up at me mischievously, “I could get used to hearing that,” she purred.
My stomach gave a flip, but I tried not to shake as I set down the tray.
I felt jittery so I sat down opposite her, trying to appear nonchalant.
She bit off a piece of bacon from her breakfast muffin and said in a her soft sing song voice, “Not too shabby, Prof—Coffee’s hot too.”
I didn’t know what to make of that remark, but truth was, I didn’t know what to make of her.
”So, here we are again, she smiled, “how are you doing now?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“You didn’t look so hot out on the bluffs—you okay now that Marilyn’s safe?”
“Yeah—thanks, it’s a relief, Amber.”
Her eyes went huge. “What did you just call me?”
“I meant Cindy—sorry, just a slip of the tongue.”
She shook her head. “No,” she said firmly, “It wasn’t. I knew from the moment I first saw you. Something about you was familiar. I know you.”
My heart sunk. How the hell was I going to handle this?”
No, he is not a ant-hero more like a anti-hero of circumstance. He is starting to remind me of a character that Hugh Grant might play. Could they all be running a scam on him ... Marilyn, Cindy and Abe?
you are such a practical lady - no one sells you anything door to door, LOL - That scam would have to be almost of cosmic proportions because Scott has memories embedded in his brain - and all his life various people have called him Joey. Sometimes reality is more mysterious than fiction - well, that's been my experience on occasion :)
I had an ex the used up all the patience I had for door to door salesmen. LOL. But there is still Doctor Lambert ... Scott though he was a changeling. He could have implanted the memories. Or maybe Joey was a jerk and they all waited for the next life to get revenge .... mwahaha.
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Amber? Is that Cindy's real name? Or don't tell me Amber lived in the 30's too?
I really don't feel I can trust this Cindy, and Abe seems to be a little too much. I feel like Scott is still in danger, perhaps from the people protecting him?
As always, I love were the story is heading :)