Chapter 87: On To Something
Marcella picked up the groceries on her way home. She decided to prepare an elaborate dinner. She was planning on preparing the traditional Sunday dinner, but she couldn’t cook in the morning, she decided to do it in the evening.
Sunday dinner was a big thing in her house. That was the only day her mother cooked. They all wore their best dress and sat around the dining table. Her father would tell them stories of their childhood and about their grandparents they never got to meet. Those were good times.
Mellissa followed it too. Marcella though, never cared for it as she lived alone. Now that she was married, she wanted to keep the tradition going.
It’s odd she never wanted to keep the tradition going when she was with Aiden. Granted, she never stayed home with him but she had plenty opportunities to spend Sunday afternoons with him. She never took it. She chose to stay home. Also, Aiden preferred to be with his buddies on Sundays.
It was odd; the feeling bubbling in her heart. She’s not someone who enjoyed cooking much, but she couldn’t help but get excited thinking about cooking for him.
Carrying the heavy bags, she walked home. She loved walking. Just as she was nearing her apartment building, she sensed someone sneaking behind her. All her senses became aware and she walked in a faster pace.
But the looming presence she felt behind her brushed against her sleeves and in a fell swoop got her bags from her hands.
"Emerson?"
Marcella looked at the tall figure in front of her.
"Marcella DeAngelo," John Emerson smiled widely. His broad shoulders blocked the evening sun from her eyes as he covered her. "Good to see you!"
"Good to see you too, John Emerson," Marcella smiled back to be polite. She got her bags from the guy.
She hasn’t heard about this friend of Rudolf Hemmingway in a while. He was one of the guys who regularly made her life hell through high school. She didn’t know why he was talking to her as if they were old friends.