THE STORY OF A WOMAN



WHO'S SORRY NOW?


Eight years later

I was at the mall

with my three little towheads

just cruising past the stores

hoping none of my chickadees would see the pretzels

or remember the ice-cream store

because my wallet was mighty thin


when who should appear right in front of me

but Charles himself!


My breath caught in my throat.

My heart went crazy in my chest.


He said to me

looking at my babies


"Those children should be mine."


I couldn't think.

What did he mean?

What was he talking about?


I looked up into his face.

Oh, he was so beautiful!

My body yearned toward him.



"Did you have your second son

of a second son?"

I asked, and was embarrassed that my voice came out a whisper.


"No, we can't have children,"

he answered

gazing at my three jumping beans with a little smile.

"None of these have red hair like mine."


I laughed a wavery laugh.


"That's because they aren't yours," I said,

and was embarrassed that I made such a dumb statement.

I felt like a first-class dope!


"I only wish they were,"

he said, squatting and taking my baby daughter's hand in his.

"Can I come see you?"

he asked her

and she giggled

and batted her blue eyes

and nodded.


"It's okay with her,"

Charles said

standing up and looking right at me.

"Is it okay with you, Lynna-Girl?"


I was having trouble with my mind

because it was going weak and soft

especially when he remembered my pet name


but I did remember

that this gorgeous red-haired man

had left me standing alone

with no one to lean on



and so I said "No."


I didn't say it because I was strong

or because I was a Christian

or because my being no longer yearned towards him

or because I was married

or even because I was a Mom.



I said it because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction

of thinking I had ever given him another thought!




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