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So what happened after that impassioned cry of...'Sam... please...'
I was asked by a friend to 'complete' the story. I thought I had, sort of.
For those that have not read the first two, this will mean nothing.
For those that read the first and thought the 'Reprise' superfluous.
This will mean nothing.
For those few who thought... what happened next?
Well, this is for you.
It was not intended to be seen by more than a few, but...
So I'm an over emotional fool. What else is new.
This is a work of adult fiction.
No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected.
Copyright KLS 2006.
The Black Dog - The Next Day
By Kristina.L.S.
1.
Sam's first instinct was to walk away, fast, in the opposite direction.
But that cry... Impassioned and invoking past love, pain and yes,
friendship had stayed her. One long look at Kara, the woman she had
always thought was 'the one' had crushed that impulse and here she was.
Standing in a tight embrace on a public footpath bawling her eyes out as
she hugged Kara tight as some sort of, what... penance? The puffy bruised
cheek, the obvious emotional pain, maybe even need. Just how did that fit
with what had gone on over the last few months. Why and how did Kara
still hold her heart? Yet... whatever had happened, she could not just
walk away. Weakness? Perhaps. But... there was history, pain, mixed with
love. If she was honest with herself she could almost accept Kara's
actions. Could almost understand the need. And yet... the pain of what
she had done. Directly or indirectly, did it matter? Yes, just maybe it
did.
After perhaps five minutes they pulled apart and holding each other at
arms length took stock of the other. Kara looked so downtrodden that Sam
almost wondered if she'd been sleeping rough after being mugged. To Kara,
Sam was like a refreshing gust of wind on a stinking hot day. A hint of
relief after the disaster that had preceded it. She looked tired and sad,
but it was Sam and she hadn't walked, yet.
It was Kara that spoke first.
"Sam... I, um, would not blame you if you said goodbye and walked away
for good. I would understand if you did. But I had to take a chance that
there was... something left. Some... remnant of love to hold on to. That
just maybe I could beg you to forgive me... that we could at least talk."
She clenched her hands on Sam's arms and closed her eyes tight as the
tears began again. She was deathly afraid that Sam would just say,
'sorry, no' and walk away. Almost expected it, in a perverse way would
almost welcome it as deserved. But please God let it not be.
Sam stood there with the two conflicting images of Kara superimposing one
on the other. First the thoughtful caring and gentle Kara, passing love
with a touch, a word or a look and then...
A sneering Kara, belittling the pathetic excuse for a husband that she
now had as she turned her back, embraced and passionately kissed Brian,
as his laughing eyes stared over her shoulder at 'Samantha'.
Sam looked at the face inches from her own. The drawn and saddened
features emphasised by the developing bruise high on her left cheek
pulled at her emotions. This was Kara, the love of her life and yet, was
that any longer true. How could such be reconciled against the blatant
betrayal that had come to a head in recent days?
And for her own. Did she feel the same? Was it possible after discovering
and even embracing the feminine as she had? All she had as a guide were
her own perceptions and feelings. The love that had been evident as Kara
supported and guided. Put up with the no doubt painful depressive moods
and actions, or perhaps, lack of action. Who could claim the high moral
ground in such an exchange.
"Kara you are the 'one' for me, you always have been. But you pushed
against that to the point of breaking. I honestly don't know if... I will
always love you, of that I have no doubt. But... "
The pause was like an axe falling to Kara. Better to die on the block
than suffer through this interminably.
And then...
"But know that that very love still exists. I can almost understand why
you... did, what you did. I can follow the steps that got you there.
Though it causes me a great deal of pain to admit, I know I am at least
partly to blame. Had I not been so self involved and insular you would
not have needed..."
She paused again and looked skyward. No answers there to be found.
"Please, I need to go to work. Can we talk later? It is just possible I
over-reacted and need to sit down with you and find... find if there is a
reason to hold on. Hold on to whatever it is we have now. If there is
anything."
Sam paused and gazed at nothing for a moment. Thought, 'what do you know
really? Anything? Or nothing? What is true? Is anything true or real?'
Sighed quietly to herself but then Kara was right there and looking
intently her way.
"Kara please, meet me tonight, about 7 at the coffee shop by the park,
it's open till nine. Shouldn't be too cool, open air, not too crowded.
We'll talk. Maybe..." She paused and stared at nothing for a moment her
thoughts awhirl.
Kara sagged slightly in relief. She had hoped for a, '..yes I'll see you
at home later'. She had a meal planned in her head, nice wine, coffee,
cuddle up, kiss and make up. Wishful thinking. Maybe in a Tom Hanks
movie, but reality was seldom so simple or accommodating. A stray thought
intruded the memory, Sam no longer had a car, so getting there would be
tricky, whereas... She sighed softly at the knowledge of all the small
and not so small ramifications of what had happened between them. She bit
her bottom lip as tears squeezed from her eyes once more.
With something between a sob and a sigh, "Oh Sam. I wish... no. Thank
you. I will meet you there. I know this is hard for you and probably more
complicated than I can picture. But I love you. Know that that is true. I
never wanted to hurt or betray you. You...um, need to fix your face.
I'll... I'll see you tonight." She turned, resisting the impulse to wipe
at those mascara tracks and walked back to the car before she broke down
completely. Yanked on the handle several times before realising... beep
beep, opened and slumped in the seat as she half saw Sam slowly walk into
the caf? and disappear from her sight. At least it wasn't for the last
time... yet.
Sam was lost in thought as she almost on autopilot headed in to work. Jan
intercepted her and with Bill gently waving 'go on' deftly led her to
Lucy's office and the staff bathroom adjacent. Lucy looked up and with
only a raised eyebrow quietly left as Jan helped Sam into the bathroom
and gently urged her to fix herself up. Then left quietly closing the
door. It took a few minutes to regain some connection with reality before
Sam could do the necessary repairs and then changing shoes, took a last
long look in the mirror and headed out to work. As she wrapped the apron
around her waist it was evident that the others, even Tony, were a little
worried for her. So with a deep breath she smiled at all in turn and
nodding 'thanks I'm ok' to each, set to work. The routine quickly settled
and calmed her so the day passed smoothly and almost without thought.
Just as well she pondered.
A quiet coffee with Jan as usual was... nice. A girl, friend, what a
concept. Shaking her head gently she explained briefly about meeting Kara
in... half an hour... Her words trailed off as her thoughts turned in
spirals.
Jan reached across and gently squeezing Sam's hand, smiled, "It'll be
fine. I don't know what happened but I know what I saw earlier. She loves
you, very much and she's hurting. I am pretty sure you love her at least
as much and you're hurting. We should all be so lucky, hah, does that
sound ridiculous or what. Don't let a little hurt cloud the potential for
joy. Listen with your heart and then let your head have a say. My
guess... heart will win, easy. Emotion shouldn't rule but sometimes it
needs to win. But..." she sighed and clenched the held hand tighter.
"Good luck hon. I'll see you tomorrow, Ok. Just go with what feels
right." And with that she left. Sam gave Bill a gentle peck on the cheek
as she headed out with a 'see you tomorrow'.
The streetlights were coming on as the day began to fade and Sam
reflected on her gladness for brightly lit streets and an even pathway as
she strolled the few blocks to the Park Caf?. There were people about,
but as she had thought, not that many. The hedged in open courtyard was a
nice pleasant spot for a quiet chat or get together. She stopped and
gazed at the beautiful but sad woman sitting alone at a table toward the
back staring into space as she twisted the sugar bowl mindlessly in her
fingers. Kara had showered and changed since this morning and looked a
lot better. But she seemed pensive and what? Afraid?
Her head turned and those eyes locked on Sam's as she tried to smile and
almost pulled it off. Sam smiled in return and began moving again,
through the door, across the room and into the courtyard to sit opposite
Kara. Again they just stared at each other for several minutes until a
waitress politely enquired if she could get them anything. They both
ordered a glass of white and perused the menu as it was handed them as
she left with a smile for the drinks. Both settled on pasta, a
Tortellini fungi and a Fettuccine Boscaiola. They ordered and sat sipping
quietly, each with their own thoughts.
It was a quiet, reflective meal as both sat and contemplated various
possible futures and wondered at the prospective bleakness or otherwise.
Loneliness and loss, emotions, thoughts, feelings. They crisscrossed each
other's pathways without knowing for sure and reached... similar
conclusions.
The waitress watched from a distance and wondered at the sad and serious
looking pair. A battered wife being consoled by a friend? Commiserations
after an accident? With a quiet sigh she walked across and offered coffee
which was accepted by both so she poured and left to return with a small
jug of milk and smiling left them to it.
They sipped quietly and for the first time since sitting down locked
eyes. A great deal of information flowed in that first few seconds, with
neither exactly sure of the message. They each reached diagonally with
their left hand and clasped gently.
"Ok Sam. I think I'd best start. I, um... hurt you very much, I know
that. The reasons, why's or wherefores really don't matter right now. I
betrayed you. Sure I could rationalise it and I did for months. But
bottom line, I cheated on us for a relief from the loneliness I felt. You
were not there really for a long time and well...
"Kara..."
"No Sam. Please let me talk, I need to. I betrayed you. I betrayed us and
I got what I deserved." She waved at Sam and then pointed at her cheek.
"I don't blame you for your reaction. The shock and hurt as you walked
out was... well I felt like dying. I sort of pieced together what
happened that night and that just made it worse. And when I tried to find
out... got smacked for my trouble. I've been stupid and selfish and you
have no reason to trust or forgive me. But... I hope you can. I hope you
will. I love you more than you can possibly know, man or woman. I want
you back in our home with me, together as we should be. I will never make
a mistake like that again. If I have lost you as part of me thinks I
should, I will survive. But it will haunt me for a long time. I..." She
drifted into silence as tears began to run slowly down her face.
Sam watched and listened feeling her emotions ebb and sway as Kara spoke.
Could she forget, forgive? Was it all one way? Of course not. But... She
sighed softly and tried to stop her own tears from coming.
"Kara... I... I don't know. This... where we are, is not all your fault.
How could it be? You hurt me more than anything ever has. More than I
thought anything could. But I know I am partly responsible. I was selfish
and lost. Yes, depressed and hurting over things neither of us could help
or even fully understand. I pushed you away. To that point, I could have
understood, but it went further. Much further and that is what hurt. I,
um... It's Wednesday night. I'm booked where I am for another 3 days.
So... I will try and sort it through and call you Saturday. I... um, I
love you. I'd better go." Tears were flowing now as Sam pushed back her
chair and without looking back walked away. The bus ride was as sad as
the other day and she was very glad to get back to the pokey little room
and flop on the bed exhausted. Thinking was just too hard and she lay for
hours just drifting. Finally rose, cleaned her face and stripped,
slipping naked into the small single bed and was asleep in minutes.
Kara watched silently as Sam left and could not work up the energy to
call out let alone chase her. She sat and asked for the bill as the
waitress came by, her tears momentarily stilled. Not what she had hoped,
but not what she had quite feared either. The axe had not fallen yet.
The waitress returned with the change and a quietly spoken, 'It'll work
out, hon. You'll see.'
She left the few dollars sitting on the tray as she nodded with a quiet
'thank you' and left, following Sam's footsteps until turning for the
car. Still a chance she thought with a small smile. 'Still in with a
chance. Oh Sam please come home.' Her thoughts drifted to work tomorrow
and an imagined conversation on Saturday as Sam forgave and said she was
coming home. 'Think positive Kara, think positive.'
The next two days at work thing resumed a more natural daily grind for
both of them. A respite from the fears that assailed them. Each circling
a single point, but seeing it slightly differently.
Finally it was Saturday. Kara sat and read and glanced at the clock every
few minutes, time dragging as she waited for the Governors call to repeal
her execution. Or...
Sam packed her bag and sat on the small bed lost in thought. It was 8am
and she had to either pay for another week or leave by 10. Lost in
thought she sat for an hour, then with a small shake stood and checking
she had her key headed the two blocks to the phone booth. It was empty
and working. Taking a deep breath she dialled a number from memory.
The sudden ring jerked Kara from her introspection. She stood and jerkily
walked to the phone as tension speared through her. "Hello..."
"Kara... it's Sam. I..." Her thoughts wandered momentarily, flashing back
and forth over their lives together.
Kara's hand clenched at the sudden silence and fear for the words she
would hear next stabbed her.
"Ah, sorry. Kara, I..." she paused again and felt the peace of decision
wash her. Kara tensed and started to cry.
"Kara, I'm doing this badly, I apologise. Please, I... Could you pick me
up? I want to come home. I'm at..." Her words were interrupted by a loud
sob followed by a blubbery laughter coming through the phone. She smiled
as tears began and waited for Kara to speak.
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