asked these very questions several times a month. Chloreene tried to remain upbeat and answer cheerfully but it did get old. Maybe this is why no one comes to visit her.
“I have to go inside now Mrs. Munoz. I’ll talk to you later.” Chloreene carefully closed the door in her face and locked it. She just could not deal with a nosy neighbor right now.
Chloreene ate her chinese food. ½ fried chicken with fried which was her go to meal for the past 25 years. The night went on without one call or text message. Not even a ding from a facebook notification.
---
A week later, Chloreene was sitting in the break room when a co-worker came in and said, “some lady is out here looking for you”. Chloreene went out and there was Tracey. “hey girl… long time no see.” Tracey extended out for a hug and Chloreene hugged back. “I thought you were mad at me or something. Where you been?”
“I actually went on a quick vacation. I’m back now though.” Tracey smiled a big toothy smile. “Can I come over later?”
Chloreene tried not to scream out “YES!” but she’s pretty sure it came out that way anyway.
The day flew by and Chloreene could hardly contain her excitement. She used her credit card to buy frozen meatballs, bowtie pasta and tomato sauce and some other odds and ends.
She’d totally forgotten that she had to lug all this stuff home and up the stairs. She finally got to the top flight. Of course she had to first get through the gate keeper, Mrs. Munoz. “Hi Mrs. Munoz” Chloreene said waving. Mrs. Munoz did not look up today, she stared off into the distance.
Chloreene hustled inside to prepare the food. She’d never been much of a cook but this was a VERY special occasion. She had not heard from Tracey for so long she’d thought she’d done something wrong or did not tickle her fancy .
Tracey came in just as the meal was ready. She was long, lean and tan and obviously interested in a repeat. Chloreene couldn’t be any happier. They ate and talked and discussed watching their mutually favorite television show which had a marathon on.
Somewhere in the third or fourth episode of The Walking Dead Tracey reached out and grabbed Chloreene’s hand. Chloreene felt electricity pulse through her body. There was a time when a man’s touch made her feel that way but that had been a while. They sat like that for a long time. Watching t.v. and talking about what they thought might happen next.
Tracey stayed over again and it was wonderful - again. When Tracey was around everything seemed ok and possible. They were both mutually benefitting from the relationship but Chloreene could not help but think, why now?
Chloreene had known Tracey for many years. She’d always viewed her as a woman that liked men. How did Tracey avoid my gay-dar all these years? I wonder if she’s known I liked girls all this time. I thought it was obvious but maybe not? maybe that’s part of my problem. If ladies don’t know I’m looking for more than friendship, then-
Tracey came out of the shower with nothing but a hand towel covering her front side. When she turned around she showed off her athletic bottom.
“Do you run?” Chloreene asked.
“Yes, I try to do at least 5 miles a day on the dreadmill”
“Dreadmill?”
Tracey smiled.
“So when will I see you again? I hope it’s soon…”
“How about tonight? is that soon enough?”
“Yes! tonight is perfect”
----
The day could not be over with fast enough. Although Chloreene had again been scheduled for another half shift, she was happy. Her mind jumped at thoughts of being with Tracey. She could not believe how fast all this was happening.
Chloreene showed up to Tracey’s house at the appointed time. She’d made a huge effort to look her best. She stopped by Payless to buy a new pair of black ballet flats
“I have to go inside now Mrs. Munoz. I’ll talk to you later.” Chloreene carefully closed the door in her face and locked it. She just could not deal with a nosy neighbor right now.
Chloreene ate her chinese food. ½ fried chicken with fried which was her go to meal for the past 25 years. The night went on without one call or text message. Not even a ding from a facebook notification.
---
A week later, Chloreene was sitting in the break room when a co-worker came in and said, “some lady is out here looking for you”. Chloreene went out and there was Tracey. “hey girl… long time no see.” Tracey extended out for a hug and Chloreene hugged back. “I thought you were mad at me or something. Where you been?”
“I actually went on a quick vacation. I’m back now though.” Tracey smiled a big toothy smile. “Can I come over later?”
Chloreene tried not to scream out “YES!” but she’s pretty sure it came out that way anyway.
The day flew by and Chloreene could hardly contain her excitement. She used her credit card to buy frozen meatballs, bowtie pasta and tomato sauce and some other odds and ends.
She’d totally forgotten that she had to lug all this stuff home and up the stairs. She finally got to the top flight. Of course she had to first get through the gate keeper, Mrs. Munoz. “Hi Mrs. Munoz” Chloreene said waving. Mrs. Munoz did not look up today, she stared off into the distance.
Chloreene hustled inside to prepare the food. She’d never been much of a cook but this was a VERY special occasion. She had not heard from Tracey for so long she’d thought she’d done something wrong or did not tickle her fancy .
Tracey came in just as the meal was ready. She was long, lean and tan and obviously interested in a repeat. Chloreene couldn’t be any happier. They ate and talked and discussed watching their mutually favorite television show which had a marathon on.
Somewhere in the third or fourth episode of The Walking Dead Tracey reached out and grabbed Chloreene’s hand. Chloreene felt electricity pulse through her body. There was a time when a man’s touch made her feel that way but that had been a while. They sat like that for a long time. Watching t.v. and talking about what they thought might happen next.
Tracey stayed over again and it was wonderful - again. When Tracey was around everything seemed ok and possible. They were both mutually benefitting from the relationship but Chloreene could not help but think, why now?
Chloreene had known Tracey for many years. She’d always viewed her as a woman that liked men. How did Tracey avoid my gay-dar all these years? I wonder if she’s known I liked girls all this time. I thought it was obvious but maybe not? maybe that’s part of my problem. If ladies don’t know I’m looking for more than friendship, then-
Tracey came out of the shower with nothing but a hand towel covering her front side. When she turned around she showed off her athletic bottom.
“Do you run?” Chloreene asked.
“Yes, I try to do at least 5 miles a day on the dreadmill”
“Dreadmill?”
Tracey smiled.
“So when will I see you again? I hope it’s soon…”
“How about tonight? is that soon enough?”
“Yes! tonight is perfect”
----
The day could not be over with fast enough. Although Chloreene had again been scheduled for another half shift, she was happy. Her mind jumped at thoughts of being with Tracey. She could not believe how fast all this was happening.
Chloreene showed up to Tracey’s house at the appointed time. She’d made a huge effort to look her best. She stopped by Payless to buy a new pair of black ballet flats
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