The glass sliding door opened, and Robert Lansky stepped out, two beers in his hands. When he noticed the bottle resting on Glen's knee, he just shrugged. "More for me, unless you're ready for a refill.""I'm good, thanks," Glen said, a slight smile pushing up the corners of his mouth.Glen's father sat on the wicker sofa that formed a part of the L of porch furniture. He set one bottle on the glass table that sat between them and held the other in his hands as he crossed his legs. "Hope you don't mind me crashing your quietness. Those damn game shows drive me crazy. Your mother gets all pissed off when she gets the answer wrong. I want to put her on one of those shows and record it just so I can show her how idiotic she looks." He rolled his dark eyes.Glen laughed. He went to sip his beer. Empty. He made a scrunched-up face and then swapped the bottles out. "On second thought…""Help yourself," his father said with a slight chuckle.Glen really didn't need another beer, having had th
Here's the hammer," Brent Dresden said as he held the tool by the head, offering the handle to Glen, who simply reached up and grabbed it. Brent squatted down on the deck as he looked down on Glen who was in the middle of adding more supports to the base of the dock they were installing for a Mrs. Patterson, soon to be Miss Patterson. Brent glanced back at the house, a smirk creasing his lips. "I bet she has an extra room. She may even cut you a deal on the rent. Obviously, she has some major alimony coming in from the divorce." He turned, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide. "Hey, maybe she'll take the rent out in trade. Women have needs, you know?"Glen shook his head. "You're a pig."Brent shrugged his thick shoulders as he ran a hand through his walnut hair, the bangs once again falling back into his hazel-green eyes. "So I've been told. I'm just trying to help you out. You'll never get lucky living at your parents' house."Glen handed the hammer back up to Brent as he rolled his eyes.
Cherish parked her car in front of Selby's Downtown Books and stared at the front door. Jordie was at preschool, and she wanted to take this time to start her apologies. It was time to switch her way of thinking, to cease being the self-absorbed person everyone came to expect. She was the one who screwed up, and Selby had been right yesterday in calling her out on it. Of course, it turned her stomach to admit it, but if she was ever going to fix her family, she needed to start making some positive changes in her life. Selby was the safest place to start.With a deep breath, Cherish left the safety of her car and stepped into the responsible thing to do. She wasn't really a fan, too used to being the selfish one. It was easy being selfish. Pushing the front door open, the bell over the door announcing her arrival, she looked around for her brother-in-law. He appeared down one of the rows of shelves, a coffee mug emblazoned with #1 Husband on it in his hand, sipping it as he walked. Whe
"Oh god, Glen, how stupid could I have been?" Her tears streamed down her cheeks and into his shirt as he cradled her head against his chest. "I should have been smarter. I knew he never would have taken care of a family; I knew it! So why wasn't I more careful?"Glen rocked her, his hand stroking the back of her head. "It'll be all right. We can get through this. I promise." Glen loved her, had loved her for years he told her. Once Nick was out of the picture, Glen stepped in before Cherish distracted herself with someone else. The two partied and eventually wound up in bed, bodies intertwined. The night she told him she was pregnant, he told her later, was the night he knew he needed her in his life no matter what, his course of action determined. He told her it was right then he decided he would quit school, move back home, and get a job in order to take care of Cherish and her baby."My dad is going to kill me," she whined into his shoulder."Does anyone know yet?" Glen asked.She
Her father pounded away on the roof as the rain continued to pour down upon the city of Melbourne. The thunderstorm pummeled them for over an hour, and a leak developed in the kitchen of the Lansky home. Cherish hadn't even noticed it until she walked in to put a dirty plate in the sink, hit the puddle of water unaware, and just about broke her tailbone hitting the floor as her feet slid out from under her. Jordie came in after hearing her scream and, not knowing what else to do, called his grandparents. Arni Driscoll was now on the roof, covering the area that leaked, and her mother, Valerie, sat in Cherish's kitchen stirring her fourth spoonful of sugar into her coffee and grumbled about how Glen should be the one on the roof and not her husband.Her body screaming at her from where she hit the hard tile floor, Cherish stood by her kitchen counter scooping fresh coffee grounds into the filter while her mother grumbled behind her. Cherish really needed something stronger. A lot strong
Dinner over, Glen helped his younger sister, Tanya, clear the table. While he had only been staying at his parents' place for the past week, Tanya had been there since birth with no sign of moving out anytime soon. Together, they scraped and stacked the dishes while Brenda Lansky already scrubbed away at them. Their father shifted from the kitchen table to his recliner, flipping through the channels on the television. It was a normal Monday night in the Lansky home. It just wasn't Glen's home.Once he finished his share of the after-dinner chores, Glen stepped out onto the back porch, the rain peppering the wooden roof. The wind rustled the banana palms along the fence line, making the evening storm seem worse than it was. He stood along the screen wall, arms crossed over his chest, staring out at the pouring rain.Lightning cracked the night air. Glen counted. One. Two. Three. Thunder then rumbled through the turbulent night. Three miles away. He smiled as he thought about how he woul
I'm hungry." Jordie Lansky draped himself over the arm of the couch, upside down, his pouty face staring at his mother. "Can we have pancakes?"Cherish looked over at her four-year-old. She wore a pair of Glen's old pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt with an old Mountain Dew logo faded across the front. She had skipped the bra, hairbrush, and toothpaste. It didn't matter. Who did she have to get dressed up for? Glen made it known several days ago he wasn't ready to come home yet; he wasn't sure he could come home yet. She didn't have a job to get dressed for either, so what was the point in even trying. She even kept Jordie out of preschool, so she didn't have to see anyone. She had no interaction with anyone since Tuesday morning when the roofer arrived to patch the leak in her roof. She cried her eyes out every night while sleeping on the couch and watched as Jordie played around the house. She knew she should get him back in school, but it was Friday, so what harm could one more day o
"Doesn't it get old? Playing house all the time?" Edwin stood at the tailgate of his truck, his foot up on the bumper, his Salem cigarette dangling between his fingers. "Hell, I tried the relationships without kids and found it stifling. Life is too short to be tied down in one spot. There's too much adventure to experience out there."Cherish stared at him, her smirk pushing up one side of her face. "You mean no one could tolerate your childishness for too long without going insane."He chuckled as he took a long pull from his cigarette. Finally, he shrugged. "Perhaps. What can I say? Life is about having fun. From what you say, that was your motto for a long time as well."She nodded, her own Marlboro Red dangling between her fingers. Glen had been after her to quit smoking, saying how bad it was for Jordie. Yet, she gave up enough of her vices as it was. She wasn't ready or willing to surrender more of what she enjoyed. "That was pre-family. Life doesn't tend to allow for that type