Talk of The Town: A Tale of Two Cities

Chapter Ten C is for Some Cravings Never Go

Chapter Ten

C is for Some Cravings Never Go

It was late afternoon and the late afternoon sun was seeping through the pale pink curtains, Clara had finally just woken up from her restless sleep.

She had barely slept a wink feeling so guilty for turning away from Dean, crying her heart out as she tried to rest.

Even some twenty four hours later She couldn’t account for her harsh tone, but she knew why She had said what she did. She looked at herself in her mirror in her pink Victoria Secret slip, up and down like something about her was missing. Her eyes met her reflection and she could feel disgust wash over herself, she vaguely felt like she was about to vomit. At the moment she looked back at herself, she knew no one could know what she was feeling.

She was the only one in this world that felt this way, and even safe in her room she could feel her pink rose coloured walls closing in on her. Her-self loathing disgust tipped her over the edge; she was left racing for the bathroom.

Dinner: Howard-Williams Style.

The dining room table was set for six; Clara came in just as her Grandmother was taking her seat at the head of the table. No one else but the two of them were seated, Clara looked at her Grandmother warmly trying to smile.

“Why isn’t Dean here, usually he’s always here Saturday?” asked Her Grandmother surprised.

“We broke up!” replied Clara rather astonished at her response; because if I am not mistaken She never clearly defined the term “I dump you!” Or however one says it. Hadn’t she just said no to sex and not “End of relationship?”

“Well that’s rather a surprise after you both seemed so natural yesterday” said Mrs. Howard-Williams.

“Sometimes you need to look under the surface to see some things are just not right Grandma!” Clara snidely said plopping a grape from the fruit bowl into her mouth. Mrs. Howard-Williams face turned complex, as if there was a message for her in that statement.

“Clara you should not speak to your Grandmother in that tone!” snapped a deep voice of an elderly man, Clara’s gaze turned in the direction of the voice to see the strong elderly build of her Grandfather.

“How is one meant to talk to a deceiving old woman then Grandfather? Try prying to her business then mine or another person’s!” Clara snapped, storming off without a single piece of entree.

Clara saw from the corner of the door her Grandmother’s stern face, and her Grandfather’s sudden concern. “What is she on about?” He asked sultry annoyed at Clara’s exasperation of words.

Clara once again found herself at the mirror looking at her-self with disgust; she felt like her insides were turning into a monster and therefore so was her exterior.