The Perfect Wife

Millwood

Margo found herself yet again, waking up in a drug induced haze. Her heart began to pound when she realized her surroundings once again and because she knew what was waiting outside the bedroom door, she began to think her unfortunate situation through.

Where am I? She thought. Why is everyone dressed like there from the 50's?

Margo began to sob quietly into her pillow, she so badly missed her father and husband. Just the thought of never seeing them made her sick to her stomach. She all of a sudden heard the door creek open, which made her close her eyes tightly.

"Margo? Darling, I've brought you some food." Mr.Allan sat down a a tray of chicken noodle soup and a sandwich down on the night stand. "Sweety I know your awake, your tears are all over the pillow. I hope you know how to get eye make up out of the pillowcases."

Margo slowly opened her eyes to the man standing above her, he was still well suited and was holding a cold cloth in his free hand.

"I want to go home." She sobbed.

"You are home." He spoke firmly. "This is your home now. Here put this on your eyes."

"This isn't my home. This is a freak show." She raised her voice slightly.

"This is the perfect life, I am giving you the opportunity to live the American Dream life, with a perfect husband and perfect house and in the future, perfect children."

The thought of having children with anyone but Harvey made her nauseas.

"Children?" She whispered. "No." Margo put her head down into the pillow.

"Yes, children. That is apart of living the perfect life. We expect you to have two, but no more than four." He smiled. "Here, take this. Your eyes will thank me later."

Margo slowly reached out for the cold cloth and dabbed it slowly across her eyes.

"What is this place? Why do you want me?" She was starting to find her voice again, so she decided to ask as many questions she could think of.

"You are in the beautiful town of Millwood. We are a town of hard work, families and dedication to living the perfect life. The life God has intended us we all live. Times may have moved forward, but Millwood will always stay the same."

"If you have so many people here than why do you need me? Please just let me go home." Margo began to sit up, she could hear her stomach growl from hunger pains, but ignored it.

"We may stay behind in times, but we can't defeat old age. We lost our sweet dear Maggie last week, she was 97 years old. Precious sweet thing she was. Your soups going to get cold, better eat up."

"I'm not hungry." She stubbornly folded her arms across her chest.

"That's another thing we need to work on. Your modern day vocabulary. A woman never talks back to a man, she smiles politely and does what he asks. Now eat."' Mr.Allan voice became much more demanding.

Fearful for her safety, Margo picked up the tray of food and began to eat.

"That's better." He exhaled slowly and smiled to her. "Now, in here is your husband and yours closet. Now we only have a few dresses for you for now, Suzanne is still tailoring a whole new wardrobe for you."

Hearing him say husband made her upset again, she so badly wished she could be wherever Harvey was. She knew how upset he must be right now but decided it wasn't the time to think more of it.

"I want you to put this dress on, and meet me in the living room, where we will continue this conversation. He handed her a floral dress that had vibrant hues of plum, indigo and honey.