There's Wisdom in Women

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Angie Morgan:

I sat in the parlor writing when I saw the time on the wall I looked down at my wrist watch. “Bloody, watch doesn’t work!” I mumbled to myself. I went to the garage and got out my bicycle both because I didn’t have time to start the car or to raise suspicion for Catherine’s meeting, in which I was guest specking at today but first I had a “meeting” with Richard today. He is so kind and sweet and I think I’m in love. At any point in my life I had thought love was worthless.

 What love had done to my father?  When my mother died he was heartbroken. That’s when he started to become a heavy drinker. What had love done to my father? It was the thing that had killed him. He had been drinking one night he came stumbling home that night with an empty bottle of rum in his hand and a half empty bottle of whisky. He had just gotten through the door when he collapsed on me; the bottles slipping threw his fingers smashing on the floor. With the help of the servants I got my father to his bed. The next morning he awoke with a horrible headache so went to the water pitcher to wet a cloth. I heard a smash and saw the window had been smashed with my father’s fist. I ran to his side. I placed a hand on his arm. He pushed me down on the ground into the shattered glass. I felt the glass cut my palms and bit my lip from the pain. When I looked up I saw my father jump out the window. I ran to the windowsill barefoot threw the broken glass ignoring the pain. I looked out the window and looked down on the ground and saw my father the scene was so disusing that I passed out among the shards of broken glass I saw a maid running toward me and everything went black.

 The flashback ended and fell of my bicycle and scraped my hands on the pavement. I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I got up and adjusted my dress and hopped on my bicycle. i about 15 minutes I reached the café I always meet Richard at. When he saw me he held out his arms and I gave him a hug. Whenever I was in his arms it felt right like I was meant to be in them. Snap out of it I told myself this man will leave you for someone younger, prettier, and having less tragedy in there life.

When he saw my bleeding hands he asked me what happened and I told him everything. To my surprise he wrapped his arms around me and he just held me. I liked the feeling of someone loving me this much. I silently cried into his shirt. This may only be our second meeting third if you count me getting mugged but I trusted him completely. He reminded me of my father in the strong dominant way like knowing there will always be someone there to care for me. I think it’s time to stop living in the past and move forward with life find someone and settle down. I will never have kids, ever; the world is just too cruel to and wants to crush everything that is pure in life. I will never let that happen to some thing to pure.   

 Richard pulled me out of him hug and I leaned forward on some uncontrolled instinct and gave him a peck on the cheek. He looked at me stunned and then turned a shade of bright red.

 “Thank you Richard for everything.” I said turning to leave.

 “Wait, Angie!” Richard said; I turned around and saw he was right behind me.

 “Yes Richard…”

 “Will you meet me here next week?”

 “Why of course why would I not.”

And with that we parted ways. I had a new spring in my step. All I could think about was Richard and the woman’s rights. If Richard loved me he wouldn’t be mad at me. Maybe he supports me … or even better he might join the movement. My heart soaring higher than the moon and I swear there was a new feeling in the air… love.