â€œMiss Carrington, youâ€™re wife is on the phoneâ€
â€œThank you, Iâ€™ll take it in my officeâ€
Angela took a deep sigh as she pushed her chair back from the table.
â€œIf youâ€™ll excuse me boys,â€ she began â€œI have a personal phone call I have to take,â€ Angela stood up and straightened her black and blue pin striped suit and walked down the hall to her head office. As she walked around the table to sit in her large black swinging chair, she could barely contain herself from the excitement of getting to talk to her wife.
â€œHey baby! I miss you, how are you? How Isaac?â€
â€œUm,â€ Jenna began in her usual seductive sexy tone â€œheâ€™s fine. When are you coming home tonight?â€
â€œI wish I could be with you right now, but I have to be here a few more hours. Iâ€™m going to try and get out of here around 8 though. I think Derrick and Antonio can close up tonight. Weâ€™re just having a bit of trouble with a few employees. But whatâ€™s the point of having them as partners if they canâ€™t do some of the dirty work like firing people too eh?â€
Angelaâ€™s quick laugh died in the silence that came through from the other side of the phone.
â€œBaby, are you ok? Do you..,â€
â€œYes baby,â€ Jenna quickly interrupted â€œIâ€™m fine.â€
â€œCanâ€™t wait for tonightâ€¦. I miss you,â€
â€œI miss you too.â€ Then in the most solemn voice Angela had ever heard, Jenna mumbled two words that would forever play the bad memories in her head for the rest of the night. â€œIâ€™m sorryâ€¦.â€
â€œSorry for what baby?â€
â€œBaby, youâ€™re not making any senseâ€¦. I can come home right now if you.â€ â€œUm, no. Itâ€™s ok baby. Weâ€™ll talk when you get home.â€
â€œOk. I love you.â€
And with that, the other end went dead. Nothing but a click was heard. Angela sat their in puzzlement. She never got off the phone without telling Angela â€œI love youâ€. Perhaps she didnâ€™t hear her, or sheâ€™s just having a bad day. Either way, Angela decided to make a stop to the local flower shop on the way home.
Isaac ran up to Angela the minute she stepped foot in the door. â€œHey little man, how was pre-school?â€
â€œIt was great!â€
â€œYeah, Terrance blew milk out of his nose!â€
â€œDid it spew everywhere?â€
As Isaac began to re-enact the story of Terrance and his milk, Angela caught a glimpse of Jenna looking at the two of them from the kitchen. Their was an air of coldness and heartless surrounding her, but her eyes looked as thought they were ready to release rivers of tears, and this brought a bit of softness to her look. Jenna stood their in the hallway, drying a glass in her flower skirt, white buttoned down shirt, and her short hair glistening in the light that shown from behind her in the kitchen.
â€œHey man, you do me a favor? Will you put these flowers in some water and set them on the table? Can you do that for me?â€
And with that Angela set Isaac down out of her arms and handed him the dozen roses. She watched him run into the dinning room out of the corner of her eye, as she walked into the kitchen.