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144. Reunited
Leemauh-oh, Gray suddenly went dark mode
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Till Time Do Us Part 145. Not Her
“I’m not what?” asked Sarah Lewis, bemusement painted all over her face. Gray Stewart herself was startled by the words that came out of her mouth. She looked at Sarah who was visibly confused and insulted, then she calmed herself and sat back down. “N-nothing,” she quietly said. The rest of the ride, nobody dared to speak. And they were tortured by the deafening silence that ensued. When they got off the cart, the two little girls were already waiting for them. “Sopieeeee.” Elreese tightly hugged Zia who was slightly bigger than her. Her eyes were teary again. “Don’t cry, El.” Zia wiped her cheeks with her chubby hands. “Let’s play again next time, okay?” Elreese obediently nodded while sniffing her snot. “Okay.” Meanwhile, Gray and Sarah were silently standing at the side. While the little girls were having a dramatic moment bidding each other farewell, the two were engaged in a piercing awkward silence. As Gray and Zia finally went away, Elreese couldn’t stop waving her hands
Till Time Do Us Part 146. Homesick
In a highly respected suburb on the outskirts of the city stood the two-storey house of Theresa Scott. A vintage house in calming shades of wood with a spacious front lawn surrounded with waist-high wooden gates. In the early waking of the sun, Theresa was mowing her lawn. She was a woman in her late forties, medium size with an average height of 5 foot 4 inches. She had shoulder-length straight blonde hair and ocean eyes. She wore a vintage clothing style and stood like a mighty oak. And even as her age was evident in her facial features, it could be agreed that she was an attractive woman in her youth with oozing charisma. As she was pushing the lawn mower, a sedan pulled over at the gates. Her attention shifted to the person who climbed out of the car. “Sweetie!” exclaimed Theresa as she saw Gray approaching the gates. She walked toward her and opened the gate and pulled her in for a tight hug with a big smile across her face. “Hi, Theresa,” said Gray monotonously. Theresa pull
Till Time Do Us Part 147. Favorite Food
Zia and Theresa met each other’s eyes, and Theresa seemed to have noticed her weird expression upon seeing the pie. “Do you not like key lime pie, honey?” she said. “I can bake something else.” “N-no.” Zia faltered. “T-that’s actually my favorite.” “Really?” said Theresa gleefully and sat back on her chair. “How coincidental. This is my daughter’s favorite pie too. In fact, she always made me bake them when she was little, that's why she was just as plump as you.” She tittered. “That is coincidental.” Said Gray in a sarcastic tone. Zia picked up her spoon and took a sliver of the pie and tasted it. And as the food was melting in her mouth, only then did she realize how much she yearned for this sense of finally coming home. It was like finding the end of a tunnel, the rainbow after the rain or an oasis in a desert. That very nostalgic pie was her very own definition of catharsis—her purgation; a relief from everything bizarre that had happened to her. It was the familiarity she ha
Till Time Do Us Part 148. Mother and Child
Zia’s heart skipped a beat when she heard her mother calling her by her real name while looking at her. She must think of an excuse already or change the subject but she could not think of anything. Her mind went blank. Theresa slightly tilted her head while still eyeing her, then she said, “You’re…Zia…” She paused. Then she tucked the photo back in the pink album and abruptly tidied up and put the albums back in the box. “Oh, look at the time.” She looked at her wristwatch. “I better start preparing dinner.” She smiled uneasily at them. “I’ll be in the kitchen. You kids just stay here. You can watch tv if you want.” She rose with the box in hand and seemed to be in a hurry. When she left, Zia and Gray shared a bewildered glance. “Do you think she knows?” asked Zia. “I don’t know,” responded Gray, leaning back and tilted her head, staring at the chandelier above with her arms and legs crossed. “Is it bad, though?” said Zia looking down, fiddling with her fingers. “If she knows?”
Till Time Do Us Part 149. Look Out
“I wonder where we should be eating tonight.” A look of puzzlement crossed Edward Bartlett’s face. He turned to her. “Excuse me?” Belinda continued scrolling down her phone. “I mean, that last restaurant was good too but I think it’ll be more fun to explore other restaurants as well.” “Uhmm…” He paused, staring off into space, thinking. “Did we decide to go eat out together tonight?” She chuckled. “Oh, would you rather we eat in your apartment? I can’t cook so I just figured we’re eating out, but if you say you’re cooking then let’s.” “No.” He lightly chuckled and softly scratched his cheek. “I’m sorry but…” He looked at her with an awkward expression in his eyes. “What I meant was that I don’t remember talking to you about having dinner together, b-but did we?” He approached her. “I might have just forgotten although I don’t think I’ll forget something like that.” The corner of her lips slightly twitched and her jaw half-dropped. “O-oh, I…I’m so-sorry. I just…I just thought we’r
Till Time Do Us Part 150. Bar Incident
“What?” said Colleen with furrowed brows and trembling eyes. “He put poison on your drink, Col. I saw it,”declared Belinda. “What the hell are you talking about?” asked the man, visibly feigning ignorance. “When you put your hands on her back I saw you pour some kind of powder in her drink.” Belinda pointed at Colleen’s glass. The commotion that occurred had turned quite a few heads even amidst the roaring music over the ginormous speakers around the club. “What powder, I have nothing on me.” The man held out his palms in front of him and showed them to the people witnessing their argument. “Stop giving false accusations, will you?” he added. Belinda glared at him with seething anger. “You know what? Normally, I’d call my lawyer right now and have him file a case on you but I’m merciful and forgiving.” He grinned. “So if you kneel down and lick my shoes I’ll just walk out the exit as if nothing happened.” He pointed at the door. There were ooh-ing echoing from the crowd listeni
Till Time Do Us Part 151. Shop
“Gray!” exclaimed a visibly enthusiastic Zia Scott as she dove into Gray’s bed, interrupting her sleep. Gray merely groaned in response, pulling the blanket over her head and continuing to sleep in a fetal position with her back facing Zia. “Graaaaay, come ooooon.” Zia annoyingly shook her back. “Listen to meeeee,” she whined. Gray brought both palms to cover her ears as her eyes remained shut. ‘Get out,” she uttered in a hoarse, deep voice. “Nooooo,” Zia whined some more, putting more force in shaking her. “Do you know what time it is? It’s already eleven forty-three for your information.” Despite her countless attempts, Gray, who seemed to have lulled herself back to sleep, didn't do as much as flinch in response. It snapped a vein in Zia’s forehead and made her go into vicious mode. Leaning back with both palms behind her supporting her weight, she lifted both legs up and kicked Gray’s back until she fell together with the blanket with her face flat on the floor. “Fuck…” groa
Till Time Do Us Part 152. Grocery Shopping
“Okay!” Zia Scott zealously took out her mini notebook from the pink sling bag she always carried with her. Meanwhile, Gray was listlessly standing in front of her with an empty grocery shopping cart before her, her arms folded and leaning on the handle. “So far,” started Zia. “What we’re having for Thanksgiving dinner are…” She took a deep breath and continued. “Lasagna, homemade gravy, homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, cornbread green apple chestnut stuffing, roast chicken, ambrosia, green bean casserole with lobster, candied yams, roast turkey, italian dressing, green bean casserole with crispy onions, cranberry sauce, homemade stuffing with foie gras and marinated sweet potatoes,” she said in a fast pace manner. “‘So far’” Gray raised an eyebrow. “What, were you planning on feeding all the people in the building?” Zia continued to browse her notes and didn’t seem to quite hear her sarcasm. “Oh, and pumpkin pie!” she exclaimed. Gray palmed her face. “Zi,” she called her. Zia
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