Kate was blurry-eyed when she sat down for weekly lunch with the girls. She had been up late at the Blues bar she managed, drinking with her new boyfriend.
“Michael such a nice person, even if he is blind;” Kate rubbed her sleepy eyes.
All girls sat silently looking at each other rolling their eyes. Bonita who was the optimist just asked if he was good in bed.
“Well, we really haven’t….you know….done it yet.”
Bonita saw no problem with that. “He must respect you.” She quickly ordered her shrimp cocktail.
Desireé was a yoga master and believed there ware no coincidences in the universe. He was brought to her for some reason.
“How did you meet?” asked Desireé as she ordered her Tofu salad.
“He came into the bar,” she said proudly. “We had an instant connection.”
Marcella was the pragmatist.
“How was there a connection?” Marcella said ordering soup and bread.
“Most men that come to the bar just want to tell me their problems, but he asked me questions about myself?” Kate ordered a cheeseburger with gravy fires.
As Kate stuffed her face her eyes began to twinkle. “And, guess what? I’m buying a new car.”
Marcella choked on her soup.
“How on earth are you going to afford that?”
“Michael said I needed a new car, so he agreed to help with the payments.”
Marcella looked a Bonita who had her eyes closed, savoring her shrimp, and Desireé who was computing the information Kate was communicating.
Marcella jumped in. “You mean he won’t sleep with you, but he’ll help you buy a car?”
Kate dipped her French fry in the thick gravy. “Can’t you see Marcella? He loves me.”
Maybe it was Kate who couldn’t see, Marcella thought.
She worried Kate was settling for Michael because she thought he couldn’t see her. Maybe Kate thought he could see the real person inside.
The lunch buddies didn’t see Kate for weeks, she was so lost in the relationship.
One dreary morning Kate called the girls for lunch. Bonita suggested the restaurant with the great shrimp, Desireé looked forward to hearing about the relationship but Marcella felt something was up.
Kate was late and eyes were red from crying.
“Let’s order,” Bonita said cheerfully.
Desiree knew the cosmos had handed Kate a challenge, but Marcella just had to ask. “What’s wrong?”
“This morning I was in the kitchen making breakfast. Michael just walked through the kitchen, out the door, got in my car and drove away.
The situation begged the obvious question, but no one could speak, except Bonita. “Maybe he’ll bring it back.”
No one asked how a blind man could steel a car. Marcella handed Kate the tiara and they ate in silence.
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