Bill of Human Wrongs

“Evie, you don’t look so good. What’s up?” Sandy got right to the point, something that Eve admired about the woman.

Eve looked at her, a strong desire was erupting inside her head to tell Sandy everything. She was going mad and needed to confide in someone. But how could she? And if she did, it might put Sandy in jeopardy. No, she thought. “It’s nothing, just a little bug. And now Jonathan has invited his partner over for dinner. I really should get started in the kitchen so if you don’t mind, could we get together at another time, Sandy?”

Her friend shook her head, thought a minute, and replied, “I do believe that I am a better cook than you. Let’s get started.” Without waiting for a response, Sandy headed for the kitchen, leaving Eve with a dumbfounded expression.  But she followed like a child knowing that this was a lady she could trust, believing that she might just tell her everything. It gave her a sense of strength and the color returned to her face. Yes, she thought, this is a moment that has to be.

The two women worked side by side, preparing the inviting dish that would feed Jonathan and that man who dared to come into her home. It festered inside Eve’s body until she could take it no more. She walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet to its fullest extent. Next, she went to the kitchen radio, turning the knob until she found some great old fashioned rock and roll. She twisted the dial to its maximum volume.

Sandy nearly screamed at her, “What are you doing, Eve? I can’t hear myself think!”

Eve grabbed the woman’s arm and pulled her head close to her mouth. She then told her the entire story, everything.