A Woman in Search Of...

She stopped her thoughts when Cindy came over and visited. She whispered about her last time with Brad. Cindy finally didn’t care about the other women he saw as long as he still wanted to see her. She shook her head at Wendy. “I’m sorry we haven’t had time for each other.”

Wendy didn’t know how to respond. She put her hand on Cindy’s arm to let her know she stood with her. “It’s okay. I understand.” Wendy still needed to tell her about Stan’s theft, but this wasn’t the right time.

At the end of the second set Wendy left. She was in the house a few minutes when Elliott called. He wanted to make her dinner the next night. Wendy grabbed at that like a toddler after a toy. Elliott made her happy. He represented everything she wanted in a man. He didn’t seem to have any interests, except for his art and her, of course. She wanted to talk to him about what else he might want to do, or participate in, more of what they could do together. Tomorrow’s dinner might be a good time to explore other possibilities. She went to her bedroom, took a brown bag from a bottom drawer and pulled out a lid of weed and wrappings. After Wendy’s pot experience with Mike, and knowing how much she enjoyed the reaction, she recently purchased some pot from Mary Ann, her gardening friend.

She got into her nightgown and sat on a chair near her bed. She set the items on the table next to her. She took the paper out, removed some small, crushed leaves, set them on the paper and rolled it, wetting the edges to make it stick together. She knew it wasn’t a great job, but it would do. She lit up. After a few hits, she sat back and tried to relax. In a short time, euphoria, total joy, an idyllic state, a place of freedom from thought, made her laugh at nothing in particular.