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stuttered. The rain came down harder and the frequency of it sounding on the roof was greater than the rush of blood through his veins. He shattered into a complete nervous wreck in less than a minute.
    “I am sorry John. I had no choice.”
    “I am tired of your excuses Karla. Goodbye. It’s over!” John shouted in a stern yet pain staking voice.
    “No John wait!!” She uttered in a breath of hopeless desperation, “You can’t leave me!”
    Joseph was sure to hear her from down stairs.
    “I am tired of this Karla. I have waited for you…faithfully! This is what I get in return! Oh my God, I am such a fool to have trusted you and loved you at that. What was I thinking?”
    “John please…”
    “Karla give me one reason! Just one reason I should go on with this.” John demanded. As far as he knew it was over, that’s all he would give. That’s all he had.
    “JOHN…I-AM- PREGNANT”
    The phone fell and shattered… dumbstruck.
    “Hello…Hello…John! Hello… Hello!”
        “Who were you on the phone with just now?” Joseph yelled as he thrust into the room. Obviously angered by the utterances he heard from downstairs.
    She looked into his eyes cold and hard. Sh e was certain he heard her yell John’s name this time. A lie wouldn’t fit and a sorry would be too late.
    “ Ahh, Joseph Gibson. I can’t do this anymore…”
    “Do what anymore!” He demanded answers, but sometimes it’s better not to know.
    “The pretense .” She proclaimed, “I never loved you Joe. It’s over. Please take me home now.”
    “You- -You’re not serious! This is a joke isn’t it?” He tried to console himself, making every effort to hide the sudden devastation that was crippling his sanity, “We have not had any problems in God knows when. No arguments, no fights--nothing. Is it something I did Karla?”
    “No! No Joseph, it’s not about you.” She reiterated, “Please just take me home.”
    “Ok Karla, I’ll take you home. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let us talk this out.”
    She hurriedly fetched her stuff from the drawers to her suitcases. Being neat was a needless priority.
    “There is nothing to talk about Joe.”
    “ I’ll be waiting in the car.” He went out the room and on closing the door he realized how badly his fingers were shivering. It was a mere glance of how his heart was shaking.
    “Affairs of the heart or maybe another midlife crisis….Oh God please help me.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The sun receded half of an hour earlier this evening and as a result seven o’clock was darker than usual. Joseph and Karla arrived at the driveway of the store in Mahogany Hall. Joseph stood and watched her hastily fetched her clothes from the trunk of the car. But what much is left to say to convince the one you love to let reason to live last, even for a little bit longer.
    “I am staying the night.” Joe gave out.
    “No! One night won’t change a thing.” She frankly replied and grabbed two of the suitcases to the steps of the house.
    “Karla, what happened?” Andre w greeted her at the steps, apparently perplexed at the unfolding precedence. He asked. “Did you and Joe break up?”
    “Yes, long story. Please get my other suitcase from the car.”
    On walking to the car he saw John making his way from the grave approaching Karla at the steps.
    “I didn’t know you were here.” He uttered at John.
    “I never left!” John said out loud in his reply and Karla Steelburg knew he was alluding to her.
    She turned and walked up to him. She wanted to touch his f ace and tell him how sorry she was for hurting him, but her hands wouldn’t surrender and her voice had forsaken her long ago. Tears fell from her eyes and damped her cheeks. Sentiments shared, but he refrained from crying. Instead his heart bled from the deeply cut wound.
    “Hello Karla.” A light, mystical and smooth smile