Deliveries And Clean Slates Spark The Interest Of Disinterested BFFs
Day of 147 The Andie Chronicles
For some unbeknownst reasons to me, I managed to get my new dining room table delivered on a Sunday.
Though Casa Main, the boutique in Hawthorn, said they don’t normally do this, they were sympathetic to my pleas. I would have to pay extra, something I couldn’t afford, but it would be worth it.
I couldn’t stand to look at the wine-stained dining room table any longer.
And James hadn’t asked me about how the old one came to be defunct.
I was grateful our paths hadn't crossed at home all week, not in the speaking, daylight hours, otherwise, he would have asked me what happened. And at work, we barely spoke about home.
I couldn’t tell him that I was feeling upset and hopeless and decided to destroy the one thing that connected me to what was my hopeful business.
Disposing of the old dining room table was easy. A nice, mid-twenties couple bought it off me for fifty bucks off Facebook. They picked it up before the new one arrived.
I was more happy to see it go than get the money. I thought they could create new memories, give the table the love I once had for it.
Yet, when the woman saw it, she said she would strip the varnish and replace the top with a mosaic glass creation. It sounded horrible, but it wasn’t my decision what they did with it.
I assumed it would be a great place to consummate a relationship. Yet not with a glass top.
Douglas and I never did the deed on my dining room table, come to think of it.
Once the new table arrived and the kind delivery men set it up, I stepped back and admired the new piece of furniture.
Before me stood a chic, black and curved structure, with thin yet angular legs holding it together from the furthest sides.
The old chairs I had looked better around this table than the old table. The design was similar to school chairs, yet these were grey with leather details and cushioned seats.
I didn’t want to put anything on the table; it looked perfect the way it was.
James came home just after the dining table arrived. He looked fresh and relaxed, I noted. The night with Barbie must have done him some good.
“What is this?” he said, noticing the change almost instantly.
My house was one of those places where you stepped immediately into the living and dining room. In fairness, any change would stand out like a sore thumb.
“What do you think?” I realised I hadn’t consulted him. It was his house, too. But it was my dining room table, and my stuff up to fix.
“Did you pick this out?”
I nodded.
“Babe, this is fucking stunning.”
He kept repeating the words over and again. Fucking-stunning. Fucking-stunning.
And then, without hesitation, he took me by the waist and pulled me into him. “I underestimated you,” he said.
What the?
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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