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Stormy Tears

Events in our lives cause tears to flow from male and female, the unexplained that will never be answered…  Sadly we all know only to well, just think about all that has happened in our country in the past couple months, personal loss that tugs at the hearts of all even though we don’t know everyone involved. Yet we still feel heartache, grabbing tissues to wipe our eyes even though we’re miles away it touches all of us.

Saturday morning the thunderstorm woke them. The rain pounded the earth, and the lightning was relentless. Craig took the Hummer to get the paper. “Carla we have to go out in this to take the Hummer back to Howard and you’ll have to follow me in the BMW, are you hungry or should we just go now?”

“Just give me a few minutes to dress.”

“Morning Howard, Hummer drives really nice,” Craig said, placing the keys on the counter.

“Thanks Craig, want to come in for breakfast, just fixing up some for Tommy?” Howard asked as he saw Craig shake his head, “Not today, we don’t really have an appetite today, see you later.”

“I understand.”

Craig ran to the car. “Craig, I just want to drive,” Carla stated as he closed the door.

“You’re at the wheel, wherever you want to go. Need to talk I’m here.” Craig placed his arm on her shoulder and gave her a slight squeeze.

“Is Tommy ok?” Carla probed.

“Howard was fixing him breakfast so I’m assuming he’s ok. The connection for him was not like ours. You like Tommy Carla?” Craig asked touching her arm as he thought about his own nightmare and the friend he loss yesterday, fighting back the tears that were in his eyes.

Carla pointed to the tissue box as she said, “Yes Craig, he reminds me of Charlie.” She too was fighting back the tears as she drove trying to escape yesterday.

“This incident, brought you a night mare last night, you tossed a little.” Craig said handing her a tissue.

“Craig I’m not surprised, you did too. Monday I’ll call Vanessa and make an appointment, think that will help.” Carla made herself a mental note, focused on the road to get her mind off the sorrow she felt, glancing over to see Craig dab the tears in his eyes with a tissue.

French Maid

Carla got up early to prepare for her surprise for Craig, looking over the kitchen table. Oh, I almost forgot she grabbed the scissors and ran out to cut a few blooms off the rose bush. Hmm she took a mental list, let’s see ham, coffee cake, potatoes, need the juice and I’ll get the eggs ready when he comes down.

“Craig, breakfast is ready,” Carla chimed.

“What’s this Carla, looks wonderful, you’re not . . .”

“No Craig, I just want to pamper you today.”

“Ok” Craig took a forkful. “Yum, these are different, I like!”

Carla explained “There baked eggs Craig. You have been working non-stop this week and you need a break, so it starts now.”

“Thanks sweetie, any other surprises?”

“Yes after you finish your breakfast and newspapers. Upstairs is off limits for now. I’ll be back?” She changed the bed to the red satin sheets and spread the rose petals about. Changed into the French Maid Halloween costume she found in her closet along with the special undies she had bought with Paula.

She ran the water into the whirlpool, added the chocolate bubble bath, and turned on the heater. Grabbed the remote for the draperies and set the alarm, finally taking the house phone off the hook. She headed half way down the stairs.

“Bonjour Monsieur Jones Mon nom est Carlina votre femme de chamber,” Carla called out, knowing Craig would be around the corner in a second.

“Wow what are you doing in my castle?” Craig asked.

“Oui Monsieur Jones, viennent de cette facon.”

Craig followed her up the stairs, “Mademoiselle oh la-la what have we here?”

“Oui ouis-je vous deshabiller,” Carla asked as she approached him she slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulled him into the bath area. “S`il vous plait me suivre `a votre salle de bain.”

Carla motioned to the whirlpool, and came up with a handful of chocolate scented bubbles. “Vous like Monsieur Jones? Qu`est-ce, grand dur.”

Craig asked “oh my brownies.”

“Non they not warm Monsieur Jones.”

Craig said, “Help me.”

“Oui,” Carla said, “Au re voir.”

“Carlina whatever you just said to me get in here now and finish this off please.”

“Oui” She joined him in the tub.

“Damn girl talk about ignition!”


“Oui if that means yes!”

“Embrasser.  Kiss me you fool!” Carla was giggling under his weight.


“Now I know how to get my way with you Mr. Jones.”

“That you do, now who’s the insatiable and crazy one?”

“But you liked it?”

“Oui this is not in Dr. M’s book.”

“Nope, I found my old costume from a Halloween party and added a few treats for you. And that’s all the French I know thanks to Google Translate.”

“I love you,” Craig said kissing her neck . . .

Carla whispered “Ditto.”

Private talk?

               Every get so excited about your secret that you forget how others are treated…

Carla grabbed her cell phone and scrolled to Lucille Awls number. “Lucille, Carla Jones, can you meet me for lunch at the Café, say 12:30?”

“Sure honey, see you then.”

“Thanks.” Carla showered and dressed in a long sweater and a pair of slacks. Carla went to the Chevy and prayed please start—she turned the key, nothing then she hit the steering wheel on the Chevy, prayed and it turned over, “Thank you.”

Carla pulled in the Awlsport Café parking lot 10 minutes later. Mrs. Smith was there holding the door open for her “Welcome Mrs. Jones, Craig behind you?”

“Actually Mrs. S he’s working. I’m meeting Lucille, is she here yet? Are
you ok, you’re looking a little tired Mrs. S.”

“I am fine Carla, just haven’t gotten out of here for my daily walk and nap.” Mrs. S said with a wink in her eye.

“Lucille’s right around the corner in the dining room. I’m betting you
want a salad Carla?” Mrs. S followed behind Carla with a water pitcher and
menu just in case.

“That’s correct, the spring mix salad with bleu cheese Mrs. S.” Carla ordered. “And you Lucille?”

“I’ll have the same as well Mrs. S. Thank you!”

Mrs. S. smiled saying “They’ll be coming right up.”

“Lucille, I’m amazed, that’s the shortest conversation I have ever had with Mrs. S.” Carla was intrigued.

“Carla, she doesn’t really like me that well. I’m not in your status.” Lucille replied.

“What status? Oh, I keep forgetting, news has spread about Craig and Howard right?”

“Yes. Now Carla what do you need to talk about, or should we just have lunch and go someplace private?” Lucille asked.

“Yes I think that’s what we should do,” Carla answered with a wink. “Great, I’ll drive.”

Mirror, Mirror on the wall …

Imagine in what you would find, being silly dusting the room as you always do, yet your hand discovers a crack in the wall, that goes from the floor up to the top of this tall mirror  … 

Carla carefully moved the big standing mirror to clean up the dust and noticed that there seemed to be a slight crack in the wood. She ran her hand along the crack, looking up she saw that there was a cut across the wood and realized it was too smooth for a crack.

No that looks like a door she thought, she pushed on one side of the section of wood as it opened.

“Ohmigod,” Carla exclaimed, putting both hands up to her mouth, there was a string coming from a light bulb in the ceiling, and she pulled it, looking all around the narrow length of the room. Carefully she pushed the dress bags apart and pushed on the wall where the faint light showed on the floor. She was now in the attic.

The room was only 4 feet wide but ran the whole length of the bedroom, a steel pole holding up the garment bags with a heavy wooded board above it with stacks of shoe and hat boxes.

Carla was so excited that tears started flowing down her cheeks as she used her hand to fan herself. She was energized, able to scoot the chest to the doorway cleaned it off and put WD40 on the lock, a smack with the rubber mallet and it opened the first time.

Carla held up the black negligee and then the red one talking to whoever was there to listen to her. “Oh these are in perfect shape and they feel like silk. Well, I guess I know where these will be hanging, better try them on. Craig’s going to love these.”

A few minutes later Carla was in the hall with the black one on. “They fit. I must be Judith Ann’s size.” The whole trunk was full of vintage lingerie in all colors of silk. The prettiest was a white set with big red roses on the robe and gown. “How appropriate” Carla said giggling. There were several pairs of slippers that Carla tried on, “They all fit,”
she exclaimed.

“What is this? It looks like cameos. I have never seen any this exquisite before. This one looks like its coral!”

Carla exclaimed then she turned around but no one was there, yet she felt as if someone had touched her shoulder; she shivered rubbing her arms she said “Judith are you in here with me?”

She went to the doorway as she said. “Craig, can you come up here please.” No reply, yet she felt a presence.



  What was your last exploration, sometimes you get in the car and just drive down a street you’ve never been on…. what do you see?  Old cemetery you wander through,  trees you have to stop and walk over to see its true beauty only to look up into the orange leaves, there is the biggest wasp nest ever right over your head.                 Needless to say I walked very fast back to my car after taking a photo. Now let’s see what Craig and Carla find? 


The group headed out at 10 Wednesday morning for their exploration. Tommy and Carla were in back with their cameras, Tommy showing her how the camera worked.

“Did you have anything special in your plans for today Carla?” Howard asked as Carla replied to him.

“I thought about cleaning and see what else we missed in the attic but, this sounds like more fun. I’ve never been in a helicopter before.”

They took photos of all the gas wells. Walking around Carla and Tommy kept the camera up taking photos of everything. Tommy showed Carla how to keep her finger on the shutter and make a video, flying low enough for the cameras to be shooting the whole trip.

Howard and Craig talked and walked over all the property. They continued the same
procedure over at the oil wells property.

While in the air, Carla and Tommy played with the zoom on the cameras, taking pictures of everything they flew over, especially the town and lake.

“Howard that roof looks bad.” Craig advised pointing down.

“Yes is the address or street visible to anyone?”

Howard asked as Tommy answered, “I got it Dad.”

Carla inquired, “Howard what’s that corner where the trees are? Across from the Café I don’t see anything there?”

Craig started to answer as Howard looked at him with his sinister grin and a wink, slowing shaking his head, before he answered her question. “Carla, it’s just 2 vacant lots
right now, we haven’t found out who it belongs to yet.”

“Thanks Howard. It would make a real nice little park.”

Craig noticed the smile Howard had now; I wonder what he’s up too. Craig tilted his
head as he looked at Howard. Craig jotted a note on his tablet, ‘HA can
I get an explanation on that’ and showed it to Howard, who just nodded
his head this time.

“Ok partner where to next,” Howard asked.

“Take a flight over my place Howard, all the land. I’d like to get a picture of it especially those jetties and the woods. Roger that Craig,”

“You two back there pictures left Tommy, Carla right.”

“Roger that.”

“There are a few buildings down there on my side Mr. Jones.” Tommy stated.

“Craig I have big tire tracks down on the north side” Carla said.

“I see that, maybe that was from all the construction, have to investigate that later” Craig replied.

“Barn next, I’m hungry Dad,” Tommy asked.

Howard replied to his son “Will all go get pizza after we land and get the chopper put to bed. Call the Corner and order us a meat lovers and a veggie Carla, it should be ready by the time we head that way.”



                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.

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!”