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| Chapter Thirteen | Entry #529906 |
"The ferris wheel?" Violet asked, her voice shaky.
Christian stopped walking and gave her a thoughful expression. "You don't like heights, do you?"
"How could you tell?" She was staring straight forward at the ferris wheel that loomed just feet from them.
Christian looked at the ferris wheel then back at Violet. "Come on," he said, taking her hand and pulling her gently toward the line.
She tried her hardest not resist him, knowing that he was not only doing it because she said she didn't want to. he was trying to help her get over her fear.
Once they were in line, still holding hands, Christian leaned over and asked, "What's your favorite song?"
Violet turned to face him. "What?"
He had a finger on his chin in thought. His face lit up and he pointed a finger at her. "Better yet, what's your favorite Disney movie?"
"Why are you asking me this?" she asked, her stomach turning in knots.
"Just answer the question." They were next in line now and they could here the sound of the bucket seats swaying back and forth.
"The Lion King," she muttered as the worker took their tickets and ushered them into their seat.
Violet squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her Kenny doll to her chest as she felt their seat lunge forward.
"Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase!"
Violet's eyes shot open when she heard Christian belt out the first line of the song. He had yelled it up the skies, but now he looked down at her.
"Come on, sing with me! Hakuna Matata!"
He looked at Violet expectantly, leaving the next line open for her.
"Ain't no passing craze," she sang quietly.
"It means no worries!" Christian threw his hands up and sang loudly. They were just making their first loop, and when he sang this line, they passes the line and the worker, all of which were staring at them.
Violet laughed at the people's expressions, then sang out, "For the rest of your days!"
Together they sang, "It's our problem-free philosophy!"
"Hakuna Matata!" Violet sang the line alone, and turned to Christian. He was no longer singing along, but watching her with a smile.
A grin was frozen on her own face and she leaned against the back of the seat. She hdan't even realized that she had leaned forward over the seat to yell out the last line of the chorus.
"Better?" Christian asked putting an arm around her.
She nodded, realizing that the quick motion of the ferris wheel was no longer causing her stomach to flip.
Violet didn't thank him for his ingenious idea until they were standing on her porch that night. "Thank you," she said. "I think I'll sing Hakuna Matata every time I'm standing someplace a little too high."
They laughed and she gave him a quick hug before going into her house and locking the door behind her.
Maggie took the next day off. When she told Nancy exactly what she was going to do, Nancy didn't think it was a good idea.
"What good will it do to go to his office?" she asked.
"Just think about it," Maggie said. "If he's not there, and nobody will tell me where he is, it'll be obvious that he's out with her. I'll call his cell and he'll answer all huffy. I'll tell him I know, he'll be forced to admit to it."
"And if he's there?"
Maggie stopped fiddling with the peppermints on the counter. "I don't know. I didn't think that far."
But when Maggie walked unto the Thomas' office, she suddenly whished she had come up with a plan because it was obvious that Thomas was not out with the woman.
The woman was sitting at a desk in front of Thomas' office.
"May I help you, ma'am?" she asked cheerfully.
Maggie knew she must have looked like a nutcase, standing there staring at the girl, not saying a word. Maggie looked down at the girl's desk nameplate. Amanda. She would have a name like that.
The Amanda's eyes got bigger. "Ma'am? Thomas isn't in, if he's the one you're looking for."
"You're sleeping with my husband," Maggie blurted in a near whisper.
Amanda sucked in a breath. "You're Mrs. Helaine? Ma'am, I'm not sleeping with your husband."
"He had a picture of you." Maggie wasn't thinking. She was leaving it up to this girl to put everything together for her.
Amanda was looking at Maggie, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Her blode hair was board straight and her nails were obviously manicured. She had to be just out of high school. If she smiled, she would look just like the cheerleaders that she had known in high school, the ones that Thomas had turned down to be with her.
Amanda nodded. "I gave him my picture when I cam in to interview for the job, just in case he wanted to give it to someone else in the office if he turned me down."
Obviously he hadn't turned her down. "So, you haven't..."
"No, ma'am." Amanda shook her head fiercly. "Everyone knows that Mr. Helaine is happily married."
Happily married? Is that what he had made people believe? That they were happy? As far as she knew, that wasn't the case.
Maggie left the office quickly, forcing herself not to run. When she was out on the street, heading back to her house, she thought about the situation.
Okay, so Thomas wasn't cheating on her. Then why were they so unhappy? Why did he not want to be with her?
If he had been cheating on her with his secretary, it probably would have made more sense to Maggie. Thomas had been demoted almost two months ago, when they began having problems. If he had been moved to a different office, one that had a secretary like Amanda, she would see how the cheating would have started there, along with the problems. But he wasn't cheating. So, what now? |
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