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The Plain Girl - Chapter 6: Crash Recovery

Date: 10/24/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: xreynolds, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

stupid,” Karla started, but didn’t get very far. “No, YOU are stupid,” Claire insisted. She paused briefly, and softly smiled as she continued. “But I don’t want to give you an ego trip and let you think you are so special in that department either. We all have a blind spot and it is hinged on stupidity. That is just being human. We need to recognize that, and keep it in mind.” Karla was unimpressed. “Remember the Italian Omelet?” Claire asked smiling. She leaned back against the counter, folded her arms in front and of her and waited, allowing plenty of room for a response. Hmmmn. Claire wondered. How long is this going to take? Her trademark raised eyebrow made a well-defined arch over her left eye. Karla’s roller coaster had become stuck at a low point and she needed to get rolling again. Claire just stared. Karla’s chest started to heave. She couldn’t swallow what was in her mouth. The only way was out. With a burst, she sent coffee flying everywhere. All of the tension of the last week went with it. She laughed and cried. Then the two laughed together like they were the kids from ten years ago, lost in remembrance of this special shared moment. After a minute of uncontrolled laughter mixed with incomplete sentences in a language known only to the two of them, Karla finally managed to say something cohesive, “…and nobody ever found out.” They would carry the Italian Omelet Episode to their graves. “Well, nobody has to find out about this either,” Claire said, bringing it ... back to the present. “And just as you didn’t hold it against me, but helped me. I won’t hold it against you. Judgment we should refer to ourselves; not others.” Karla became quite somber again, but she was much more fluid. “Last night in the tub I had a good talk with myself. There was a moment…” Karla paused and corrected herself; starting over. “There were several times when I could have opted out – but he was sooo… you know.” Claire didn’t like what she heard. Refocusing the drift, she quickly brought it back on track again. “So it was his fault?” As Claire started to clean up the coffee spray all over the table with a dishcloth, she never broke eye contact. With her question she kept their focus on the bigger mess. Karla looked off to the side and said nothing while she considered that another avenue of escape had just been closed off. When Karla was face forward again, and Claire was certain she was ready; one step at a time she continued. “You want to say that you are not happy with the choices that you’ve made. But that is nonsense. The fact is, you didn’t choose. You skipped town. And as far as being unhappy goes, you are not happy, because you are not happy. In ten minutes, the phone rings, and then you are happy again. He y! You are not a yo-yo – or at least you shouldn’t be.” With regular pauses in her delivery, she allowed ample time for Karla to absorb what she had to say to her. “You want to tell me that you talked it over with yourself. Well, if that “self” was ...