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At last, the dishes now in the dishwasher and the kitchen clean, Bliss walked into the quiet atmosphere of the living room.
The big screen television sat in the living room, silent. She couldn’t believe the TV would be all hers for a few more hours. Sitting in her favorite chair, she flipped through the channel searching for something worthwhile. Antonio Banderas as Zorro filled the screen in The Legend of Zorro. She’d looked forward to seeing this movie since its premiere last fall.
She checked the time and sighed with relief. Missing only the first six minutes of the movie, all the action was still to come. A rush of excitement tickled her senses. Bliss settled back in the recliner to watch.
Immediately, she became engrossed in the plot. The main characters argued. Catherine Zeta Jones’s character denied her love for Antonio’s, and he basically called her a liar.
Her eyes took in one character and back to the other. They had to be joking, right? She inspected each one for signs of a lead into a jest. None came. Why didn’t she love him anymore? What happened?
She sat up and focused on the movie, refused to budge until she figured out the answer to that very question. Waiting, none came. Now, she wished she’d caught the first few minutes. Perhaps it would have given her the clues she needed to understand what happened to the characters.
Her gaze still fixated on the screen, Ron’s footsteps thudded across the tile floor of the kitchen, but made little impact on her line of attention. Her mind registered he’d come inside from the garage, but she still focused on the television. He came into the living room and plopped down in his chair.
“We need to talk.”
Noting no urgent or dire emergency in his tone, Bliss said nothing, but continued to think about why the heroine, Elena, would lie to her husband. The quick, coy looks she gave him showed the love she still bestowed on him. Why all the games?
“Alright, give me a second,” she said.
Ron adjusted in the recliner next to hers, his impatience obvious, but he waited for her to respond.
She sensed his heated gaze on her; it willed her to acknowledge him without him having to make a sound. Did she turn and look at him? No, the movie held her interest. Ron probably wanted to talk about the cost of some part for one of the bikes. Bike maintenance is a typical hazard for race team owners. Whatever, the problem with the bikes could wait a little longer.
“I’ve been thinking.” On the television screen, Alejandro would now find out why his wife claimed not to love him—the integral part in the movie “I’m busy!” she snapped before she thought better of it. She said the first thing that came to her mind—shocking them both.