10-27-2020, 06:45 PM
The stunning beauty of Gail Atwood's home always took visitors by surprize. It flowed with
a natural arrangement. Nothing out of place. Impeccably clean and tidy. This might lend to
the fact that Atwood was there very little of the time. That would limit the amount of damage
she could do. No servants or hired help. She wasn't that kind of a woman. But she did have
a taste for the finer things. And somehow, Delia Delicato made her way onto that list.
Gail returns to the living room with refreshments. Sweet lemonade and shortbread cookies.
"I'm sorry but this was the best I could do on such short notice" she offered.
Orville was first to pipe up and lick the boot.
"Befitting of a King, m'lady" he sniveled.
The Detective wasn't as gracious.
"Won't you help yourself, Delia?" Gail said in a saccharine tone.
Delicato looked across at Atwood and laid into her.
"Blow it!" she said angrily.
Gail felt that. But continued on with her charade.
"Well it's there if you want it" she said trailing off.
A long, uncomfortable silence arose. The only sound was that of Orville smacking down those
shortbread cookies. The tension in the room was thick and leathery. Like an old saddle.
Then, the doorbell.
Gail stood and said "If you'll excuse me."
She left the room. Delia stared at Shotsworth with contempt.
"You like being the errand-boy of that soulless bitch?" Delicato asked.
He looked over at her and without flinching said "She saved my life. Took me in and made me the man that I am"
"Well, God knows you're perfect for one another" she answered back.
A woman's voice now called from the doorway. It wasn't Gail's.
"Orville, Gail needs you in the kitchen please" said this new guest.
Without thinking, he stood and immediately made his way out of the room. Delia heard gentle
footsteps coming up behind her. In seconds, another woman who Delia did not know was sitting
across from her. Right where Gail was sitting only moments before. This time, it was different.
This lady had a presence that Gail could only dream of. This was of great concern to Delia.
a natural arrangement. Nothing out of place. Impeccably clean and tidy. This might lend to
the fact that Atwood was there very little of the time. That would limit the amount of damage
she could do. No servants or hired help. She wasn't that kind of a woman. But she did have
a taste for the finer things. And somehow, Delia Delicato made her way onto that list.
Gail returns to the living room with refreshments. Sweet lemonade and shortbread cookies.
"I'm sorry but this was the best I could do on such short notice" she offered.
Orville was first to pipe up and lick the boot.
"Befitting of a King, m'lady" he sniveled.
The Detective wasn't as gracious.
"Won't you help yourself, Delia?" Gail said in a saccharine tone.
Delicato looked across at Atwood and laid into her.
"Blow it!" she said angrily.
Gail felt that. But continued on with her charade.
"Well it's there if you want it" she said trailing off.
A long, uncomfortable silence arose. The only sound was that of Orville smacking down those
shortbread cookies. The tension in the room was thick and leathery. Like an old saddle.
Then, the doorbell.
Gail stood and said "If you'll excuse me."
She left the room. Delia stared at Shotsworth with contempt.
"You like being the errand-boy of that soulless bitch?" Delicato asked.
He looked over at her and without flinching said "She saved my life. Took me in and made me the man that I am"
"Well, God knows you're perfect for one another" she answered back.
A woman's voice now called from the doorway. It wasn't Gail's.
"Orville, Gail needs you in the kitchen please" said this new guest.
Without thinking, he stood and immediately made his way out of the room. Delia heard gentle
footsteps coming up behind her. In seconds, another woman who Delia did not know was sitting
across from her. Right where Gail was sitting only moments before. This time, it was different.
This lady had a presence that Gail could only dream of. This was of great concern to Delia.
