Monthly Archives: June 2017

Veil

                See how Carla’s original reason for making a call, turns into a interesting cash idea… 

 

Carla worked on the flowerbed since it was a cool day and filled the crock-pot full of stew for dinner. She placed a call to Sylvia Smith, Mark’s mother; she had to return the veil and did not have any information on this Aunt Trudy.

“Mrs. Smith its Carla Jones, I’m sorry to bother you, but Paula loaned me a veil for the wedding. She said it was her Aunt Trudy’s and I need to return it I was hoping you could help me.”

“Oh Carla, are you all right? Mark and Paula did some terrible things to you.”

“Mrs. Smith I’m fine. I hope everything will come out ok for Mark and Paula.” Carla admitted to Mark’s mother.

“Trudy has a big retro clothing store in Chicago, her number is. Actually she’s coming to town this next weekend I could have her stop by.” Sylvia said.
“Maybe, when I get all the old clothes sorted out that would be good. I just need to get this veil returned for the time being. Thank you Mrs. Smith.” Carla thanked her friend’s mother.

“You’re welcome. Keep in touch Carla, you’re a dear.” That was an interesting call, Carla thought.

Jake

               How wonderful to finally be able you have a brother! Or perhaps it’s a friendship that becomes so close and dear to your heart you can call them your brother or sister. Here’s a snip of Carla and Jake Covertry react together.

“Mrs. Carla Jones, please hold on for  Mr. Covertry.”

“Carla.”

“Jake, how are you?” Carla asked feeling goose bumps all over.

“I’m fine but that’s immaterial, how are you?” Jake asked explaining his sudden call, “I received a call from Detective Black of Centerville Police Department, seems AC and I are prime witnesses to a case against your stalker.”

“Really Jake, you’re going to help me?” Carla exclaimed putting her hand over her mouth.

“Damn straight we are, that son of a bitch, excuse my French that pea brain is so stupid to think he can mess with my friends!” Jake stated.

“Carla I need to find out if you’re ok, I’ve cleared the next hour to talk to you. I want you to describe your husband in terms I will understand.”

Carla giggled and smiled as she answered his question, “Ok Jake, still breeding your Portuguese Water Dogs?”

“Yes Carla why” Jake replied.

Carla knew how to describe Craig now, “Ok Craig Augustus Jones III: active, tall, strong, agile, intelligent, loyal, obedient, protective, rescuer, true, dependable, tenacious, benefactor, romantic and stellar.”

Jake sat back smiling and said “Well Carla, that’s quite an animal so to speak, where’d you find him?”

Laughing Carla finally said “Jake you’re not going to believe this. Work, I’ll do a summation for you. A weekly long stem red rose every Monday for 2 years. A 1943 bottle of Dom chilled to perfection, the cork popped, your lover and you still in the glow, ready for some bubbly, and all he can say is “vinegar . . . no bubbles babe just baubles.”

Jake started to laugh “So then what.”

Carla continued with her story, “Well the bottle held rough cut diamonds, I now have two tennis bracelets and matching earrings complete with a wine cellar in a 30’s mansion. I stepped foot in his ‘old relic’ as he called it about 7 months ago, after helping with the decorating and remodel during the late winter, spring bloomed and so did we. Jake the man never touched me for 4 months and when he did, we were married 2 months later. I honestly feel like I’m starring in a 40’s movie.” Carla felt a warm blush rise up in her face and smiled, remembering the beginning of their love.

“Carla, Detective Black said they found a few bottles of that 1943 Dom in Mark’s car.”

“Yes among other things, as you are now aware of or we wouldn’t be talking.”

“Carla, Craig makes you happy in all things?” Jake inquired.

“Yes Jake, in all areas, he even had H&A Security install electronic fencing around all the property and house just to make us more secure. Jake, I love you but nothing like the love I have now for Craig. We we’re different, more brother-sister love.”

Carla giggled when Jake said, “I know, but we had fun!”

“Yes we did Jake.”

“Don’t worry Carly AC and I will handle this, hope to see you soon.” Jake stated in brotherly fashion.

“You too Jake, thanks.” Carla grabbed a few tissues, but the tears never came as she expected.

Deep Trouble

“Samuel, how are you?” Mark asked as he answered his phone, walking out of the bedroom where he and Paula were talking.

“Are you in a quiet place to talk, I need to bring you up to speed on Craig?”

Samuel stated, waiting for Mark’s reply. “Yea I can talk now, what’s up? Paula and I are headed to our court dates tomorrow.”

“Here’s the scoop Mark; the bastard fired me, via a fucking voice mail. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me face to face!” Samuel was screaming into the phone.

“Why?” Mark inquired as he could hear something hit the floor.

“All Craig said was he doesn’t believe that I have his best interest at heart anymore and his life’s goals and agenda have changed. It’s Carla I just know it, she’s such a controlling bitch!”

“Wow Samuel, that’s some strong words.”

“She has taken control of our cash cow, watch yourself my friend . . . you know she has him wrapped around her finger. He even has the whole property set up with a security system and a big wrought iron fence. Now you have to ask to get on his property! What the hell, he’s acting like he’s…”

Mark imagined what Samuel looked like right now that balding head turning beat red and pacing the floor, he heard something break. “Samuel calm down. Surely, there is a logical explanation. There was an incident not too long ago.”

“But Howard didn’t do the fencing. I called and asked him. He said that was Craig’s business if he wanted to use someone else.”

“Samuel calm down, surely you have other client’s, just move on!”

“Mark you’re not listening to me damn It HE was my business . . . You can’t live on flimsy
divorce cases from nuts like Aileen, she said he would be worth it, and she was right. I focused on him only, this phone call from him cost me 50 K!”

“What? Samuel you have other clients?”

“NO MARK I’m warning you he’s become tighter than a . . .” “I’m leaving town!”

Mark started talking “But Samuel you’re representing us . . .”

The only sound was the dial tone Mark closed his phone, his legs giving way as he dropped down hard on the floor, and screamed out. “Shit, we’re in deep trouble Paula!”

Hello

Been scratching my head for the past month, doing my blog but no views…  Can I blame a furry visitor?

DUH somehow the senior side of the brain disconnected my social media, can’t say for sure who was to blame for such a goof, weather, the fingers hitting the wrong keys. Oh maybe it was a lack of caffeine day.