Book 4 of New York series
(Does not need to be read as a series)
"That's no way to treat me sweetheart. You claw at me when I give you pleasure."
"You stopped!"
"And?"
"And?! Whatever do you mean 'and?'?! Are you incapable of fulfilling my needs J...
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Wednesday 20th June I didn't know what it was but I had the image of sparkling blue eyes stuck in my head for the whole morning as I went through the process of getting myself ready. Looking in the mirror, blue eyes looked back at me. Brushing my teeth, those same blue eyes watched me. They were just there in my mind and imprinted on the back of my eyelids. I should have been scared but instead I just felt...energised. I didn't know why.
Wednesday was a later day for me in terms of when I had to go into the cafe. I usually had to get up at 7 on other days to get myself ready in time for 8 which was when I left the house. When school was open, I'd have to walk Hunter to school by 8:30 and if not, I'd walk him to soccer practice on Monday's, Thursday's and Sunday's. Usually, I then got to the cafe for 9. Today, I didn't need to get to the cafe until 11. And lucky for me, my dad took Hunter to practise on Wednesday's anyway so I got to have a longer lay in.
When I had finally woken up and gotten myself ready, it was 10 and I knew I had some time before I had to leave since the cafe was only a 30 minute walk from my home. Therefore, I grabbed my bag, the blueness of it only reminding me of those deep blue eyes, and exited the house, locked the doors behind me and made my way down the pathway. Mrs Dolores was sitting on her porch knitting what looked to be a blanket. A blue blanket. Fuck everything I saw just made my mind run back to his eyes. I needed to get a grip.
Mrs Dolores had been knitting blankets for the women's shelter further into the city for what seemed like my whole life since I was brought to my new home so I wasn't surprised to be seeing her doing that now despite the time.
As I passed her, she lifted a hand in a wave and I returned one giving her a smile alongside it. Mrs Dolores was a lovely woman through and through. Sometimes when I had to pick up longer shifts at the cafe or was stuck at the museum she didn't hesitate to help with Hunter. I think he reminded her of her own boys who'd grown up and made their own path in life now. I saw them around occasionally but like I'd said, they had their own lives so they didn't seem to have as much time for their mother as I bet they wanted to.
Mrs Dolores' husband sadly died in the military 10 years ago. It happened when I just moved here so I'd never met him and only knew of him from pictures and stories. She'd never remarried or seen anyone else after him. After her boys moved away, I tried as much as I could to go see her and so did other people on the street, especially Rose who lived two doors down from Mrs Dolores and was a hairdresser. She occasionally cut the elderly woman's hair when it was necessary and had even done mine once or twice.
I was just passing Rose's house when I pulled out my phone and headphones. Sticking the buds in my ears, I unlocked my phone and my fingers moved quickly as I put on the podcast I'd been listening to for a while. Unsurprisingly, it was a history podcast which described and depicted the Korean War. Some new artefacts and small pieces of preserved machinery and armour had come in a few days ago and a pop up exhibit was starting up in the museum so I was trying to catch up and freshen my knowledge on it ready for Friday when I'd inevitably be touring people around the exhibit.
