Mary reached home at 11:30 and the night doorman, Martine, let her in.
Her’s was a new and rather stylish apartment building with a view of Central park. She lived on the tenth floor with her husband and two kids. Her life was serene and complete, if not exciting. There were few problems and those seemed small most times.
Suzan reached home thirty minutes earlier. It was an up and coming area but not like the neighborhood where Mary lived. Suzan had hoped to end up on the park one day, one way or the other. It was her dream to live in one of those tall apartment buildings so much different than where she and Mary had grown up.
She knew Chad had an apartment there on Park Avenue. She had spent some time there now and then. She was spending more time there now since she had left Joe. “I could get used to this very easily,” she thought, as she washed out a few coffee cups, one evening last week.
If marrying Chad put her in this spot on the map and in this apartment for a while, it was a little on the small side, she would be nearly content. She loved being able to say that her boy friend lived on Park Avenue if and when it came up in conversation.
She had had Chad over to her apartment now and then. He even thought that she had a very nice place, or so he said. It wasn’t like his, there was o doubt about that. He lived in a different world.
She checked her answering phone as she passed through her small, dark kitchen. She found two calls waiting for her. She played them back and listened. One of them was from her mother. It was the usual, “Honey, how are you, we’re doing fine. When might we see you?” kind of call. She hadn’t talked to her mother or farther as often as she should have of late and felt a little bad about it. But this thing with Chad and work had consumed a good deal of her time.
The second call was from Chad. “I have to talk to you Suzan, it’s important. Let’s get together for dinner somewhere. You choose where. Call me tonight and let’s set a time and place. After seven is best for me if it’s downtown, love you.”
Part of her hoped that it had been Joe that had called.
So, here we go. What happens next is anybody’s guess. This next chapter coming up is number seven.
Don’t be impatient. You need to know these characters to understand them. That’s how I work, anyway. I’m still figuring them out too.
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