Friday, July 21, 2023

161;Uncle Albert's Mountain,( The Lure;) Chapter XXVIII; Jilly and the Moose Jaw

   Sara was never late for work, but this time was an exception, she had been down to see Toby. She had heard about the explosion on the local news, and she was already on her way to the Jaw but had to find out if he was going to be alright. By the time she made it back, she was an hour late. Jilly was sitting at the bar.

     “Did you hear what happened to Toby?”

 She slid her empty glass forward to be filled.

     “I certainly hope he is going to live.

Sara froze in her tracks, not believing her ears. Jilly had never paid any attention to Toby, whatsoever. Now she was talking like they were best of friends.

     “I just came from the hospital. He’s going to be alright.”

     “If you had bothered to go or at least called, you would know.” Sara thought seriously of knocking her from the stool. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

 She had been tense and on the edge, since she split with Tom and didn’t like her job any more to begin with. Jilly’s self serving attitude just made matters worse.

     “You should have gone down to see him,” she compromised.

     “I know,’Jilly said playing with her hair,” but I have just had so much on my mind lately.”

     “Toby’s laying in the hospital, for Christsake, and you’re sitting here drinking, with a lot on your little mind.”

     “Sara Stop it! You’re going to ruin my good news. Congratulate me!” Jilly smiled broadly.

 Sara stood silently for a moment, hoping she wasn’t going to say, what she thought, she was going to say.

     “I’m engaged!” Jilly held out her hand, adorned with a large diamond. “Isn’t it absolutely gorgeous,” she watched it sparkle as she turned it from side to side.

 Sara was trying desperately to hold back her tears. All she could do, was think about Tom, and the life they would never know.

     “I’m happy for you,” she said, half-heartedly. She looked down and busied herself by washing a few glasses. She hoped she wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes.

     “And that’s not all,” Jilly continued excitedly,” The best is yet to come.”

She turned off the water faucet and wiped her hands completely dry. She walked back over and leaned impatiently on the bar, looking directly at Jilly, tapping her fingers on the bar. She didn’t say a word.

     “Guess who’s running the Basin, from now on,” she raised her head and smiled proudly.

Sara didn’t move. She didn’t twitch a muscle, frozen in indecision. What if anything was she going to do?”

    “I can either totally ignore her,” she said to herself, “or I can kill her.”

A moment passed. Sara took a long deep breath, and lunged over the top of the bar, knocking Jilly off her stool. She reached down and grabbed her by the hair and her shirt. She yanked her to her feet, dragged her to the door, and threw her out.

     Everyone at the bar applauded as the door slammed behind her. Each and everyone had all wanted to do the very same thing, at least a hundred times before. It was good to finally see her get what she deserved. Sara was not in the mood to be patted on the back. She ran from the room crying, wanting to be left alone. She had never exploded like that before, and didn’t know what was going on. Her life was in shambles, chaos, and nothing made any sense anymore. She was finding out what it was like to pretend you're content with your life, when you just can’t pretend anymore.


Driving-Everything But The Girl


Aristotle Say's : Stay At Task ,Only Five More Chapters,.

Remember: The Lure of the Mountain King, and Appaloosa Lake are Labors of Love, Rome Was Not Built In One Day! 



Reality Say's: Don't Be Fooled, The Real Work Is Just About To Begin. It is the Culmination of a lifetime in the mountains. Finishing the Screenplay, Appaloosa Lake, Waltzing with Rahda, Rewriting and Chapter Extension. It is like, standing at the top of an Incredibly Steep Ski Slope, your knees are knocking, your heart is pounding, your hands are shaking, but you will never get down, if you don't jump into the chute.


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