The Tree House Book 2Chapter 20
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My nightstand and the extra special contents aside, packing everything in the bedroom went fairly quickly. Obviously the bed and mattress belonged to the apartment as did the Midnight Black headboard and matching night stands. I had put up curtains for the windows because the last tenant had removed the drapes and rods, claiming the previous set as their own.
I really didn't have a use for them and I wanted the apartment better than it had been when I moved in. So I left all of the curtains in all of the rooms. I didn't know if the landlord would just toss them but it was a gesture I hoped would be appreciated anyway. Actually it had been June who had chosen them, so if anything, I had a slightly negative attachment to them.
Not that I still held anything much against June anymore. She had been a huge part of my life for a small time, now five years ago. As I have already admitted, I would have done the same thing if Lindie had appeared back then. No matter who I had been attached to.
You know, leave, like June had done, to be together for the benefit of the child ... or myself. I would have left that or any relationship behind in a heartbeat to be with Lindie.
Only a small residual of the hurt June had laid on me at the time she jilted me remained. Back then, when I was already hurting because of her, that Corvette shattered rest of my life. It does take time even for a small remnant of a hurt to heal. After all, it was less than 24 hours since I had made the releasing realization.
You see, I'd never thought about it but I was also coming to the realization I'd coupled June leaving me with the extreme loss of my father and brother. Two separate hurts melded into one. I was unconsciously coupling the two events and my ire became directed at her. I never tried to remember the name of the driver. It was an unknown that I wanted to leave that way.
That connection was finally being untied in my mind and if it is the correct way to express it, I was feeling forgiveness for June. Somehow peace was settling into me as the hurt subsided.
If you want to call it luck that I was totally single and hurting again when I got Lindie back, so be it. I just know, it ... she ... was the best thing that had ever happened in my life.
I'd also given up a few more things June had bought for the apartment, especially the bedding. You see, the Comforter, matching bed skirt, oversized pillow shams and two sets of sheets, complimented the black and yellow patterns on the drapes. Garden of the Sun was the design on the bedding.
The bedding had huge yellow flowers on a white background, with swirling vines in black contrasting with the brightness of the background and the flowers. They were magnificent and moderately expensive. Much too expensive to just throw away but too much of a reminder when June left. So I'd packed them up and spirited them away to the bottom of the closet.
As the closet emptied, I had found the box, put away, all but forgotten about. Tossing the carton containing the bedding onto the bare mattress I had announced it would be staying. Instantly after the pattern started to emerge from the box, both Lindie and Michelle showed appreciation for the not too subtle beauty of the set.
I had announced that June had purchased that set, they both understood and we three set the bed skirt and sheets in place. I gave up the pillows too as I didn't think I'd need any where I was going. When everything was assembled, Lindie and Michelle, hugged into me. The bedroom set was truly magnificent, set against a pale lemon backdrop color of the walls and outlined by the Midnight Black of the bedroom furniture.
As I stood there with my two Lindies, I loved the attachment I had for these two beauties and just how wrapped up in that is the mystique of the Tree House we all were. Everything lately seemed to be wrapped in, around and through that wonderful place. Even my little Lindie was attached to it. Her hand prints for her twelfth birthday were already there.
Actually, not quite, I thought. When she asked to put up her set of hand prints I assumed it would be for her birthday. I had just realized she had put an eleven over her first set of hand prints yesterday. I was not adverse to her putting another set up there for her actual birthday in a little more than a week. She was born on June third so there would be a good reason to go up there around that day.
For me that was a nice thought. I wanted dozens more hand prints spanning the walls of the Tree House. Hand prints that belonged not only to Lindie, Michelle and me but perhaps other additions to our family.
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“Michael, are you up in that old Tree House again?” I could hear my mother saying as I lay there tightly hugged against Lindie. “Yes, Mom. I’m up here,” I yelled back as I lifted my head up and leaned over my best friend ever, to answer my mom. Lindie, giggled softly. I’m sure it was because we were sort of nude and what if my mom decided to come up? My mom called up, “Breakfast is ready. Hurry up or it will get cold.” I yelled back, “OK. I’ll be right down.” I waited for another...
I was up and dressed after finishing my morning bathroom ritual when I heard my mother yell from downstairs. “Michael!” she shouted. “I just saw a little girl climb up into the Tree House. She looks just like Belinda, but so young. What’s going on!” Smiling to myself as I headed, two-stepping it, downstairs, “It’s only Michelle mom.” Turning the corner at the end of the stairway I met her head on. “And who is this Michelle?” She asked, arms akimbo, barely moving as I whisked past her toward...
Eyes as wide as saucers, my mother exclaimed, "MY GOODNESS SAKES!!!" while Michelle was planting love kisses all over my face after she had jumped me with that powerful launch. Lindie just bellowed with glee. I was laughing so hard it was bringing tears of joy to my eyes as I rolled from side to side on my back. I was loving every second of the attention my daughter, OUR daughter, was raining on me. Like just a short while before in the tree house, I was giving Michelle a bouncy ride on my...
After handing me her tiny bikini while she stood in front of me as I sat on her bed, Lindie told me again, “I think you should see what you are getting yourself into.” I had figured she would slip into her bathroom and change but that didn’t happen. I didn’t guess how literal she was being when she said, “See.” I quickly found out that she meant all of her would be on display. Turning her back to me, Lindie took hold of her sun dress at hip height and began to crumple it upwards with her...
“Lindie, what have you done to me?” I said out loud as I slipped off my shorts. I was looking at myself in the same mirror I had years ago as a kid and that’s who I saw now. The image reflected back at me was that of me as a little kid sporting a huge smile. It was a smile so big that you could have wrapped it around behind my head and tied it there. I don’t think I’d smiled as broadly as the countenance beaming back at me from that mirror, ever. Well, for a fact, I don’t think I’d been...
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