Thursday, June 11, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

Agnes felt the comfort of two strong arms envelope her. “You look beautiful, you know that?”
She was surprised Larry was awake so early. “That’s why I love you. You know exactly what to say, even if it is a big fat lie. After being up all night with the twins, I thought you’d sleep ‘til noon.”
“Well,” he snorted. “It’s kind of hard when the princess is cracking her whip over there. Isn’t there a law that they can’t start working before a certain time? Oh, don’t answer that. I forgot. She’s a Landau.”
She’d never heard him take that tone. Agnes leaned deeper into his body, almost wanting to shield herself from the wrath she thought Patience could inflict. Larry held her close, as he always did. As he always promised he would.
Agnes knew Patience saw them, but she also knew why Patience “hinted” to her parents that she wanted that particular house. Larry’s hands rested on her stomach. She was amazed at how flat it was again. A small smile crept across her face and felt her body relax a little as she envisioned herself sporting her regular clothes again. But she looked out at the connecting yards beneath her and knew she couldn’t put it off any longer. A combination of fear and low self-esteem had paralyzed her far too long. Later in the morning, after the Landau’s departed, she would ask, no demand that Patience leave them alone. And if she didn’t, she might not live to regret it.

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