Our Reflection

30• And Now I'm Left With Nothing

Marjorie Blossom POV

"So that you don't say that I never invited you to dinner. Come to my place today around 10:00 pm. Don't be late. Cheryl."

The message I received from my sister while dragging the half-cart from the super market, made me frown and read four times to make sure it was really an invitation.

Cheryl and I had never exchanged half a dozen words without an offense appearing now and then.

Perhaps the only time that a more civilized conversation took place was on Blossom Enterprise.

"Should I take a wine?" I whispered to myself as I passed the liquor aisle and smiled.

A few minutes ago I was in this super market to buy ingredients for a dinner at home, but after Cheryl's proposal, the urge to cook for Tyler was reduced to a negative balance.

Melissa was going to a friend's house, which made me sure it wouldn't be a problem if I let my husband go for a night of poker and beer with friends.

"Ah .. he will thank me".

Tyler has longed for a moment of tranquility and games with friends, but there was always a problem to prevent.

Today he would be satisfied.

I rubbed my eyes under the glasses and when I decided to end the small massage I was doing in the area, I focused on a girl who was just a few steps away from me.

Heather watched a vodka with concentration and I approached calmly, giving her a fright that made her loosen her hand, dropping the bottle.

His hate-filled eyes only eased when he realized who he was, making his fist hit hard on my right arm.

"Idiot, look what you made me do! Now I'm going to have to pay for it and I didn't even come close to drinking."

"Okay, I did the damage, I'll pay."

"No, you won't."

"Why?!"

I leaned my elbows on the handlebars of the shopping cart and offered him a smile for children and young people.

"If I am the one ..."

"I have money to pay, Marjorie, I don't need someone else to do this for me."

It was my hand that loosened, so ... relax. Something was bothering Heather the moment she realized that it was me who was there and not ... well, that can't be true.

If there's one person Heather doesn't really like, it's Cheryl.

There was no way she could be more comfortable with my sister than with me.

I let out a tired breath and maneuvered the cart in the opposite direction, anxiously waiting for a call from her ... but it didn't happen.

I pretended not to care about it for a few seconds and tried to go to the checkout counter, I wanted the time to pass soon and the dinner with Cheryl to happen at once.

Perhaps today is the day to break vessels, change our voices and curse even our ancestors.

"Marjorie?"

I heard a sheepish voice calling me while throwing the shopping in the trunk of the car anyway.

I felt an apprehensive touch on my shoulder and turned to face Heather.

"I ... yeah ..."

"Sorry for offering to pay for the broken bottle, my parents taught me that when we cause a little accident, we are responsible for it and we have to pay whatever. I had no intention of offending you."