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|In a Fit of Anger... (standard:drama, 1105 words)|
|Author: Amber Walters||Added: Jul 21 2001||Views/Reads: 1905/1016||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story of a long friendship between two women challenged by a disagreement.|
In A Fit of Anger... by Gerry Watters Vera watched Margo from the grimy window of the train station. Margo paced back and forth on the platform; an imposing figure in an expensive, red leather trench coat. Everything about Margo was large - her 5'10" inch frame - never thin, just solid - but mostly her demeanor. Margo never took a back seat to anyone. They were opposites, Vera, petite and reserved versus the outgoing, assertive Margo. Vera had often contemplated how they became such fast and close friends given the vast differences in personality. Only with Margo, Vera had not felt so shy and retiring, Margo had brought out the best in Vera. Vera sighed, thinking, 'and now here we are' - no longer speaking because of a discussion that had escalated into an ugly argument. Vera recalled the awful scene two weeks ago at Margo's house. "Well, you know it was bound to happen. Oh, how the mighty have fallen..." Margo laughed sadly and sarcastically - swallowing her cognac quickly and almost immediately reaching for the bottle again. "Is it wise to have another?" Vera quietly inquired. "Is it wise to have another?" Margo mocked. "My refined and quiet little friend, I'm quite sure that I don't give a fuck about what's wise in this particular moment at this particular time." Vera smiled - wanting to ease Margo's tension. "So, it's like that, is it?" This time imitating the vernacular of her son. Margo laughed - recognizing Todd's line and desperately wanting to lighten the moment. "Yeah, it's like that." Margo fell into her favorite chair and sipped her drink. Very determined to become very drunk on this far from perfect evening. "You know my problem is, and has always been, my weakness for sweet, young things." Vera studied Margo's stunning, caramel-colored face. The large almond shaped brown eyes, the prominent, straight nose and the full mocha colored lips. "And it took you over 20 years to tell your best friend that those sweet, young things happened to be of the female persuasion? You have a talent for keeping secrets." Vera stated carefully. Margo laughed again - feeling the effects of the alcohol. "But surely you heard the ugly whispers such as 'dyke bitch'. You just were too loyal to confront me, Vee." "No, I always figured if there was anything to that nasty gossip, you would come out and tell me. You've never been one to beat around the bush, Margo." Realizing her choice of words, the two pairs of eyes locked. Vera smiled widely - never one to miss an opportunity to one up Margo. "However, as I have so recently been informed, you do have a certain fondness for the...." Vera didn't complete the sentence, instead she joined Margo's hysterical laughter, sensing they both needed it. Once the laughter had subsided, Margo turned serious again. "But you never really wanted to know the answer, did you Vee? You would have had to rethink everything and try to make order out of what you determined was disorder. It would have upset your apple cart too Click here to read the rest of this story (66 more lines)
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