Classic Horrors Club

For once, I had a good day.

I got a nice haircut this afternoon and took Carolyn to dinner tonight. When I took her back to Collinwood, she suggested I live there; well, in a cottage where a caretaker used to live. She explained she’d feel better if I lived on the property and asked if I’d feel better being closer to Amy.

I couldn’t argue with that, but I asked if it was isolated. Although I had other reasons for asking, I told her it was because I liked my privacy. It’s just the way I am. She promised me it was, so I accepted her generous offer, thanked her, and… smiled. That’s something I hadn’t done in a long time.

It didn’t last long, though, and as the smile left my face, and I told Carolyn it was getting late, she asked me if something was wrong. She said it’s the way I look at her sometimes. She just wondered… I told her she could be honest with me, and she said I look at her as if I want to kiss her, but I never do.

I told her that maybe I was beginning to like her too much and that I’m not the kind of guy she should get involved with. I turned away from her and said I’d better go back to town. She told me to look at her and came around to face me. We kissed. 

Inside, we agreed that we’d had a lovely evening. She asked when I’d like to move into the cottage. She said tomorrow would be convenient if I liked. I told her that would be fine. She commented that Amy would be pleased. Heck, to be honest, I was pleased.

Carolyn then told me she was beginning to wonder if David was a good influence on Amy. Today, she had caught David being abusive to her. She said she punished him for it but it still worried her. Apparently, he was fighting with her and ordering her around.

I scoffed. Kids, you know… they fight. I told her I didn’t think there was anything to it and that it probably didn’t mean anything.  She remained skeptical, telling me that David was changing. He’s not the way he used to be. Change sounds natural to me. I mean, he’s probably just growing up. She said, “Maybe.”

I then told Carolyn it was getting late and I should probably go. She sait it wasn’t that late and invited me into the drawing room to have a drink. I insisted, then realized we were holding hands. She finally relented. I gave her a goodnight kiss. Pausing a moment, I went back in for another.

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