For the first time in a while, I smiled, and it was a genuine smile formed from genuine respect and happiness.
“Mike… You’re forgiven. Everybody has problems; I should have seen the root of yours earlier.”
Even so, I gingerly touched the faint scar on the edge of my right nostril, caused by Mike’s fury combined with a flip-up knife…
“I shouldn’t have done what I did… Bella, I’m really sorry. I guess Pete had his way of ruling over both of us. What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Stay a while,” I almost whispered, choked with the tears that were forming at the corners of my eyes. I was thankful for the little company that I had.
“It’s stopped raining.”
“No doubt not for very long,” I replied, peeking through the closed curtain at the dismal day outside.
“It’s funny how the day-”
“Today has been a funny day, as a rule.”
“Yeah. But a good day, right?”
I sighed and smiled at my new friend.
“I don’t know. It’s been…incomplete. I want answers…”
”Don’t you just want to be safe, Bella?”
Silence was, once again, my greatest oppressor.
“No… I would like to be satisfied.”
Suddenly, the phone rang shrilly, making me jump feet off the floor. Mike looked torn between running to the phone and running over to see whether I was okay.
“No, I’ll get it,” I muttered hurriedly.I don’t want anybody to wonder why I have a strange man in my house. They’ll worry.
And so, I grabbed the phone.
“Bella!” It was the unmistakable call of my best friend, Brenda.
“My goodness,” she said, airily, “I saw the papers. Is it true about Peter? He deserved it anyway; he was an idiot.”
“Brenda… He didn’t…” I finally managed to get a word in, before she stepped in again.
“So is it? Tell me everything!” She said.