Melania was sitting on the stool she normally sat on whenever she visited Tanner at his place. It was a Saturday evening and she had been there since that morning. They spent the weekends together there. On Friday evenings, she made sure she did all of her homework and on Saturdays, she finished helping her… Read More Their First Time
Months had passed since the horrific ordeal at St. Albertus Magnus and since Father Kiesler had been hospitalized. He was back at the rectory and had returned to his duties. They saw each other on Saturdays when he visited Mrs. Wiesenthal and during the week when she was on campus but it wasn’t enough. They… Read More Father Kiesler’s Visit & The Fish Market
Nita debated whether or not to tell Paul about her run in with Angie but decided to keep it to herself. No sense in spoiling their evening together. They were having dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. She had never been there before but had heard good things about it. It was a comfortable atmosphere… Read More Dinner & Dessert
“Antonia, I suggested to Martina and Laird that I wanted to have dinner with her parents the night before the wedding and they both said it was a good idea.” “Won’t Laird–and Martina be there?” “No. Just the two of us and her parents.” “Are you going to have the dinner here?” “No, at a… Read More Mr. Pendlebury’s Suspicion
She was a student at the University of London. He was a successful, entrepreneur who traveled between London and Seoul. He had homes in both cities. He was an older man and he was her lover. They met two years ago at a coffee shop over the summer break. He saw her, approached her and… Read More Her Lover
“Are you orbiting Orion?” Professor Rinaldi asked Bryanna as she moved around the statue, studying it closely. She was a huge fan of Greek and Roman Art. She turned and smiled shyly at him. “I’ve never seen this statue before,” she replied. “Is it new?” “Yes. My sister, Melina brought it back from her trip… Read More Professor Rinaldi
One thing I will always be grateful to Papa for is passing on the passions of painting, music and the love of nature. I remember when I was a little girl, while Beethoven, Bach or Mozart, his favorites, played in the background, he would paint. The music seemed to calm and inspire him at the… Read More Papa
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Dear?” “Yes. I do. Stop worrying.” “All right. I’ll go and finish the ironing and then come back and start dinner. You’ll have the problem fixed by then, right?” “Yes.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to call the plumber?” “Yes, Mildred, I’m sure that I… Read More DIY Bob
“I’m thinking of breaking up with Josiah,” Phyllis said to her friend, Veronica when they were having lunch at a cafe close to Veronica’s workplace. Veronica looked surprised. “Why?” she asked. “I thought you were really into him.” “I am but, I’m not sure where this relationship is going. We’ve been seeing each other for… Read More Two Different Worlds
“I love the way you play,” he said. I smiled, flattered. “Thank you.” We were standing backstage at Carnegie Hall. I had invited him to the performance and was thrilled that he actually came. “The way you played that piece it was as if you were telling a story. You had me hooked.” “Joshua Bell,… Read More Heartstrings
Notes to Women 