If that guy hurt him why didn’t he tell me? His Grandma was panic-stricken when she saw that guy spit death at him, but he could at least go back to the meeting, and tell Grandma he was all right.”
Gloria said Oh my God, what happened? After I put Clare and Steven into the private room, I ran to my car dragging, Joeann, and Sarah with me. Joeann didn’t know Steven was with his Stepmother.”
Alice said “Robert was the ‘Absolute Hero’ as usual. He saved everybody, put his life on the line let no one help him. But to be honest, no one could have helped him. He faced death and could have got maimed for life.”
But Robert’s attitude upset me he thinks he better than everyone else. I don’t know what is wrong with us. It’s like something hit both of our nervous systems and turn us hating each other. I should move on without him, blind and all, throw his ass out of my apartment.
I asked the Soldier on duty where was Robert?
“He is in the back bedroom” said the Soldier. The Prince said he has to” leave when you go to sleep. He wouldn’t tell us where he was going. The Soldier continues we asked him again, he just brushed us off.”
I said to myself who does that Bastard think he is? He couldn’t wait to throw one of his blonds into a bed.
As we approached the front door, the noise was so loud; I couldn’t think. Gloria pushed me into a ‘Palace’ The apartment started with a spacious white marble floor surrounding a well-stocked mahogany bar. Famous original painting controlled the walls. And a balcony that began at the front door and continues to the other side of the world. Everybody came up with kisses and congratulations on the new apartment, but also the victory at ‘The Diner.’
If one more person asks me where Robert is, I will heave. There were gifts everywhere.
I was waiting for Robert just to come over with a hug, and I would have been the happiest girl in the world, and after the party was over and we polity said good night to our guest, then I would drag him off to the bedroom.
So, Gloria took me for walking tour. They built the whole place for me to have eyesight. But Robert would still have to be nearby. Here is how it works if Robert was in the bedroom thinking about last night’s sex (in his dreams) and the door was closed I could see nothing. But if the bedroom door was open, and it hung a series of mirrors around the apartment at the right angles, I could see anywhere in the flat. The carpenters did a humongous job on this place.
There was a large bedroom I guess it was ours. There were feminine dresses, gowns, coats, and shoes in the closets. My stuff was in one small closet. I got so mad I was about to throw all the whore’s outfits over the balcony, but Gloria and Sarah stopped me in time. They grabbed the dresses out of my hands and said we bought these beautiful garments for you. Robert gave us each Sax’s Fifth Avenue credit cards and said we could purchase outfits for you. But the best was he also, told us to buy stuff for everyone. Alice, we went insane and spent a fortune. Gloria said I showed him a printout of all our credit charges. I waited with my eyes closed.”
Robert looked at the bills and,, said don’t worry about it.
“Well, Alice said he has a lot of audacity, but he was right, and she jumped on both girls. Together we picked out an outfit, a short black cocktail dress with black nylons, and black shoes. Throw in a quick hairdo and change of lipsticks and a dab of perfume, and we were off to the party.”
“I told them I would catch up because I think I saw Joeann going into one of the bedrooms.”
I found her in a spare room crying.
“Joeann” said she “heard at the party that Steven was back with his Stepmother. Since he hasn’t called or showed up at our apartment, it must be over. I have no place to go except our condo in this building, and I would rather die.”
Alice said “this is your bedroom. We might as well stay here and enjoy our new residences since it is too dangerous to leave. I ended the problem by taking her to the party.”
We all had a good time singing and dancing, on the balcony, yeah, a few highballs, it stopped too soon. Everybody left laughing and smiling. Each of the Army guys had to kiss me goodnight before they when down to the rooms in their complex. “I told everyone Robert was working on something important, instead of just pouting in his room like a child.
I told Nit and Wit to help clean up and wake me up in the morning.
Joeann and I went to her new bedroom. The room had its own stocked bathroom. It had everything from booze to nightgowns. I kissed her on the head goodnight and told her I would be back as soon as I straighten out Robert.
I ran to the front door, I forgot about Lily Kemble and what’s his name. I found them sleeping in their beds. Ok, here we go. I opened the door and walked in; I thought I was in a dream; the carpet was pure white and about two feet deep. I was staring at a mahogany poster bed, with white curtains hanging around it for privacy. There was a red love seat sofa, a few armchairs and coffee tables. The bedroom wallpaper was an old French design, in a new light floral pattern. A teak wood molding separated the wallpaper from the ceiling which was an off-white color with a few recessed lights.
I found a bathroom as big as a roller rink: a makeup counter with all my items and a table covered with silver hair combs, and brushes. The room had two ultra-closets, one for Robert’s suits. The other one had boxes and packages from Sax; I guess mine. On a table, there was a box from France filled with an embarrassing amount of Cologne and perfumes. Also, there was a strange board that folds out of the wall; it looked like one of those sex torture bed.
I opened the dresser draws looking for other women’s underwear, I found a lot that wasn’t mine and about ready to go insane. Then at the bottom of one his dresser’s drawer, I found a brown envelope hidden underneath the clothes. It had to contain dirty pictures of women that fiend. Now I have a sex maniac hiding somewhere near, waiting to attack me, more than once.
So, there I was sitting at the end of his bed, which I would rather die first before I ever got in it. I dumped the pictures in the package onto the bed. With a hand over my eyes, I peeked at the dirty photographs. I found out they were not, photos but, pages ripped out of books.
There were pictures of French furniture, Italian wallpaper, Iranian rugs, and Venice glass figurines and Framed English countryside painting.
From the magazine, there were photos of wallpaper, paint colors carpets samples from other publications. While I looked at pictures of furniture taken from an old French book, then it hit me like a brick through a window.
For the last ten years Robert, Grandma Lily, Elizabeth, and even his Father, King John have been showing me pictures of old French furniture, paintings, and colors of rugs, wallpaper, and paint, etc. for my opinion. It looks like, as I bursted out in tears, I was the one who had chosen everything in the apartment. I just was too tired to think any more and crawled into my bed and fell asleep.