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More than Just a Memory '11
The day her phone was connected, Selena called her boss in Chicago and left her phone number—which was a mistake. The very next evening she had a call from the owner of the nightclub she had decorated in Chicago.
"Hey, babe, watcha doin' out there in the sticks?"
"Hello, Mr.Lautner. How did you get my number?" She asked, although she knew. Darn you, Ashley. You know I am not interested in this man.
"I got ways, babe. When ya comin' back to the big windy?"
"I've not decided, Mr.Lautner."
"Where ya gettin' that 'mister' stuff? I'm Taylor sweetheart. Ever'body calls me Taylor. Say, folks really like the look of the place, and I been bragin' ya up."
"I'm sure Elite Decorators appreciate it."
"Not Elite Decorators, puss, you. Those broads didn't have nothin' to do with it. Come on back here and open up your own joint. I'll getcha all the business ya can handle. When Taylor Lautner talks, folks listen."
Selena closed her eyes and gritted her teeth before she answered, trying hard to remember that he was a client, a valuable client who could steer thousands of dollars worth of business to Elite Decorators.
"I've business to finish up here, Mr.Lautner. It will be some time before I can get away."
"Hurry it up babe. I want to show you off and...show you the town."
"That's kind of you."
A roar of laughter exploded at the other end. Selena could picture him laughing with the smelly cigar clenched between his teeth.
"That's rich, sweetheart. Ask anybody, Taylor Lautner ain't kind! Taylor Latner is business, little puss. It's what made my club the best on Chicago's South Side. When I want something, I go for it. Remember that, puss. Taylor Lautner got strings: I can call in favors."
Was that a threat? Selena hated it when he called her puss.
"I've got to go. This is a six-party line and someone else wants the line. It could be an emergency." She jiggled that dial to add authenticity to her statement.
Forgive me, God for this lie.
"Six people on your line? Honey I can fix that!"
"No. No, please. That's the way it is here. I'll get in touch with you as soon as I get back to Chicago."
"That's my babe. 'Bye honey."
"Good-bye."
Selena hung up the phone and looked down at Kelly lying on the floor beside her.
"Sheesh! That Man is enough to make me want to stay here forever. You wouldn't like him one bit, Elvis. I had to put up with him while I was decorating his nightclub. I never thought that I'd have to put up with him out here."
During the following week, Selena became absorbed in her work and time passed quickly. She and Elvis roamed the ditches along the roadside looking for specimens to take back to her workbench. For every quarter mile Selena walked, Elvis ran a mile. At the end of the day they were both tired. On the back steps Selena brushed the burr and twigs from Elvis' furry coat before she allowed him in the house. After watching her new television for a while, she was ready for bed.
It was so peaceful, so quiet, except for that motorcycle! It had gone by the house several times, always in the evening. And Elvis detested motorcycles. On the long trip from Chicago he snapped and growled at every motorcycle they passed. Whenever this one sped past he went crazy, racing through the house and barking furiously.
"Hush," Selena scolded each time. "That bike has a right to be on that road. Calm down."
On Monday morning she washed clothes for the first time. Remembering the fresh, outdoorsy scent of line-dried bedding from her childhood days at Grandma's house, she decided to forgo the convenience of the new electric dryer and hauled the basket of wet laundry to the clothesline. She wiped off the line and pinned up the sheets, towels, and various pieces of clothing: panties, bras, shirts, shorts, and two cotton skirts. Then she stood back and admired her work.
"Pretty neat, huh, Elvis."
Lying on the back steps, the dog moved his tail in a swipe at the screen door. His eyes were on the shed.
"Still think you're going to get a mouse out of that shed? Well, good luck."
Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, she felt a prickling on the back of her neck as if someone were staring at her. She stopped her work and looked all around. Surely Elvis, who lay on the back step, would let her know if anyone was around.
Banishing her errant thoughts, she went out to gather the clean, dry clothes from the line. She had started on the towels when she heard the dreaded roar of the motorcycle. She looked about for Elvis. He was standing beside the house, his head cocked to one side, the fur on the back of his neck standing up at attention.
"Elvis! No!" Selena knew even as she shouted that the dog, fixated on that hated machine, wouldn't hear a word she said.
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More than Just a Memory '12by xxWordsUnfoldxx116 views
wow! old time stories are so cool, atleast this one is. i loved it! keep posting and don'tmleave us hanging.................... and "puss" ??????????? That sure made me laugh!
sugarysweetish 1 month ago
Yay!! i mised this story alot. I was like Noooooooooo when i didn't see it up in a while
teenstarsfictionlove 1 month ago in playlist More videos from xxWordsUnfoldxx
love it!!!!
tazcady1234 2 months ago
yayaya its back :)
swim4pilot 2 months ago
please continue the story. it is SO good <3
aly1742 2 months ago
Oohh! I hope you post the next one soon! This is reallyyyyy good!
GreenSelly 2 months ago
I am soo happy that you brought this story back ! :) <33
alylove13 2 months ago in playlist More videos from xxWordsUnfoldxx
i love it!!:)
sweetvanillazz 2 months ago
I wonder who that guy is? Nick? Taylor? Someone else? Selena is being stalked! O_O
cRaZyLiKeMe525 2 months ago
I love it! I cannot wait for the next one! POST SOON!!!! :)
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