"My MaRiLyn..."

28.

I am walking to the store. I want to buy something Marilyn and I are going to eat. Yes,something Marilyn and I are going to eat.

An old man greets me on my way in the store and I nod my head and smile to acknowledge him. I get into the store and I get the trolley to start picking out what I want,suddenly I see Clara in her work uniform talking to Richard.

She's talking to Richard! And they are laughing. She's working again? What happened to Miss Fiona? I roll my eyes at their act and begin to pick out what I want. I am trying to ignore them.

"I will see you after work,sir," Ciara tells Richard and he smile at her.

"I will see you later and call me Richard now," Ciara giggles.

Geez,she giggles?

Ciara suddenly walks up to my side and begins to sort the cereal boxes on the shelf. I still ignore her.

"Are you happy with your life?" She suddenly asks me but still working.

"what do you mean?" I ask not knowing what the heck she's saying.

"Is this the life you want to choose now? A life of promiscuity?"

I look at her to get sense in what she's trying to say.

"Promiscuity? I am not promiscuous,Cece," I tell her and she laughs.

"Finally,you have gotten what you wanted but it's all going to crush down," Ciara tells me.

"Nothing is going to crush down. If it's fire you want to start,I'll make sure it burns no one but you," I assure her.

"We'll burn together,Tim. Watch yourself,"

"Are you threatening me?" I ask her irritated.

"No,you just chose the wrong woman to love. I hope you see that because Marilyn is not good for you."

"And you are?"

"We are friends,Timothy. Gosh,now I don't even known what to call us anymore. You disappointed me," she says and walks off.

I chose the wrong woman to love? Who is she? My mom to advise me on which woman to be with? I came here for a fresh start,I came here for Marilyn but now I am asking myself if I really came for her. Did I?

"Of course,you did stupid! Marilyn is your creation and you are her god,you sketched her into existence," I tell myself in my mind.

I brush whatever thought Ciara is trying to get to my head and continue picking out my food. Wheat bread can work tonight. I can't wait to have you all to myself Marilyn Zolanski.

My wife.