Dusk had just enveloped the sleepy town of twin meadows like a warm blanket when the beautiful lawyer stepped out of the limo outside the Elks Lodge. Music played inside where the happy couple and their guests partied. She entered the lodge and was escorted to a small room past the restroom on the left where the young bride was seated. “Ma’am, the lawyer is here”, the gentleman that escorted me here said to the young woman whom was facing the wall.
She turned around slowly wiping the tears from her face and straightened herself. “I’m sorry I had to call you so late Belinda,” the bride said sheepishly, showing a gap-toothed, saddened grin.
“Its ok, hunny,” Belinda replied with a thick southern drawl, “what happened? You were so happy when I spoke to you earlier.”
“Brad disappeared before we cut the cake and when Scooter found ‘im he was up Nancy’s skirt in the men’s dressin’ room!” She said exasperated. “I thought he’d changed! I thought… He PROMISED he was done foolin’ around! That I was the only one for him! I’m such a fool!”
“Awe Mel! What an ASS!” Belinda supported(whats the word I’m looking for?) “so you want me to try to get it annulled?”
“Yeah. I wanna go on our honey moon trip alone and I don’t want to have to see his sorry ass when I get back, so I want it done ASAP so I can get the hell out of here!” Melody said, practically bellowing by now.
At that Belinda got up and walked out of the room towards the ruckus.
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Melody reached over from her lounge chair to grab the umbrella laden drink. “Thank you,” she said ginning unabashedly at the cute waiter in short shorts. He nodded curtly, turned and walked away. She took a sip and sat back in her seat enjoying the sound of the waves and the heat of the sun.
“You know’, Belinda said suddenly, breaking the silence. “this is nice and all, but I’m getting bored. Lets DO something!”
“Ok,” Melody laughed, “lets go scuba diving or jet skiing. You pick.”
Jet skiing!” Belinda exclaimed. “The thought of a wet suit right now is not appealing.” The girls got up from their lounge chairs, grabbed their towels and walked towards the docks owned by the resort.
The guys running the jet ski rentals were obviously cut from an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Melody laid the flirting on think as molasses, “well, hello boys,” she said in her southern twang. She propped her elbow on the counter in such a manner that her right breast nearly fell out of her bikini top. “MEL!” Belinda exclaimed, embarrassed by Melody’s behavior. “Sorry guys, she’s had a little too much to drink today. We’d like to rent a jet ski that I will be driving.”
“It’s ok, we’re use to it,” the man on the left said in an Australian accent as he picked up two life vests and handed them to Melody. The man on the right took Belinda’s information and told it was included in their registration.
“Really?” Belinda said, astonished that Brad had actually planned for something like jet skiing when he made their honeymoon plans. “That’s awesome! Thanks.” Belinda turned towards Melody and saw the poor girl fighting with the life vests. She rushed over to her and helped her get hers on. The ladies got on the jet ski and took off across the water.
They didn’t return their stomachs were rumbling and it was nearing dusk. There were different men at the docks then when they left and Melody was sober. They rushed to their rooms and rinsed off the salty water and threw on sundresses before walking down to the seaside restaurant for dinner. The waiter, dressed in slacks and a flowered button down shirt like the rest of the waiters, sat the ladies in a window seat looking out at the ocean. “So Mel, have you figured out what you’re gonna do when you get home?” Belinda asked finally. The question, no matter how inevitable, had been weighing on her mind for most of the trip. “I mena, I know you don’t want to think or talk about it, but without the prenuptial signed, you have no house to return to.
“You think I don’t know that?!” Melody said, her voice strained as though she was trying to not scream or cry or both.
“Mel, I didn’t say…” Belinda was interrupted by Melody again.
“I have been trying to figure that out for the past three days! I very well can’t look at apartments or anything from Tahiti now, can I?” Melody stated exasperatedly. “I figure I’ll get a hotel room when I get back until I can find something.”
“Ok, that’s all I was asking hunny. I just wanted to make sure you were thinking ahead.” Belinda said quietly and quickly changed the subject.
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Two days later the ladies boarded the jet for the flight back home to Alabama. “Thanks for bringing me Mel,” Belinda said as they stepped on the plane. “I really needed that break.”
“Shoot girl! I’m just glad I didn’t have to go alone. Who knows what kind of trouble I would have gotten into if I didn’t have a chaperon!” Melody laughed aloud.
“True!” Belinda laughed. “If they even let you on the jet ski you probably would have drowned.” she said laughing even harder. They laughed and talk all the way home, much to their co-passenger’s regret.
They shared a cab from the airport to Belinda’s apartment where they said their good byes for the week was over and life had to return to normal. But was was Melody’s new normal suppose to be? She had been with Brad since middle school and had been living with him for two years. Where should she tell the cabbie to go? She sat back and took a deep breath. “Take me to the Wesley motel on 5th Avenue please